Day Seven

Demons defenses have me wired
100 different ways.
It hit's me like a wave
a whirl wind of self doubt.

First it hits the spine
snakes it's way out
slithering through and through.
Mutilations of my own temple
left scars deeper than my skin.
Abusers manipulations
the darkness comes again.

What in hell is it that I fear?
Scared to make myself complete?
or just scared of defeat?
The answer isn't clear
so for now I'll keep my thoughts on repeat.