There is a voice in my head that tells me only You can fill my heart
and the demons inside me fight it.
And I fight the demons
Knowing their whispers bring my destruction.
Sowing seeds of doubt, delicate stitching,
With thin, black string warping the tendrils of my heart
and thoughts flitting past,
I cannot catch them.
Fearing the day the blackness within me finds it’s way to my tongue,
after all, the soul emerges through conversation
and the tongue is a powerful weapon that can sow your destruction.
And I need to find the strength to fight them.