Inside of me

not so far away from my head and thoughts, rests this demon

close enough to my will power

but far away from my honest awareness.

I don't know how or when got created

but lives inside of me eating from my lack of will

it lives for my weakness and my fails

Inside of me

This demon sits and awaits

for answers, ideas, whispers and movements

that grow and grow when the outside chooses to pretend...
It waits for your words
For your answers, and for what I wish you could read from my eyes.

I don't know how it works, or how to rest control from it

but it lives right here, and pushes my true plans to come out

It makes me spit out questions I wish I could hold back