This man who lives within me.
Always watching, always to be.
Dark, silent, lurking, provoking.
He mocks me, as I'm choking.
Hidden from all, yet, there at every call.
I want him gone, just to live, to be, alone.
No privacy, only his silent animosity.
I hate him, he is so grim.
Castrated, at his birth, separated.
Not even GOD, would allow him to speak.
He lives strong, as I become weak.
To have him removed, would be my own demise.
He watches me from with-in, in his clever disguise.
Born from light, this demon awakens so bright.
Casting his frustrations, breaking all concentrations.
Never one word will he ever whisper.
His silhouette grows even crisper.
He will die with me, forsaking me to be.
But for now, he is my second skin,
Living, watching, this man with-in.












How is YOURS tonight, if you THINK he is not in you to,
Just slowly turn from left to right,,
beside your favorite lamp so bright..
he shall show his blackened heart,
Within us all,he does his PART!

WOW! VERY nice write!

Thanks,,but I have to tell the truth,
HE HELPED ME,,,,wink, Thanks Dancer,,as I just KNOW,
he would ALSO,,Thank YOU,,,,

and for some his name is HATRED....leave me demon Hatred...

Wow,,,And I thought for sure YOU would have caught IT..

Not hatred,,,,,psssssssst,,Its your SHADOW!!

I really had NO IDEA that THIS would be this hard to see what it was????That must mean,,I wrote it well,,,lol,lol

yes you did

I don't KNOW abot THAT,,seems I have only had TWO who have liked it,,,lol..... Thanks...