These Demons

by Mercia Botha
(South Africa)

When the first ray of light appears....I awake.
I am still so tired... for years and years....so tired...

it is they who have been taking my soul every night
premeditating my waking hours.
they took me captive without a fight..

every night they feed on me...
every night they enter me...
taking and taking....
but not just me...

all their wants..
all their needs..
these demons made mine..

love...

is it not the greatest of it all?

their manipulation only clear to me now..

love...

is it not the greatest of it all?

yes..

and they use it...
they cover their lust..
they cover their hunger...
they cover their evil in a blanket that looks just like it...

all their wants
all their needs
these demons will blind you

the truth will not be revealed in either dreams or daylight...
who you are is who they have been manipulating you to be...

we are all fighting an unknown war...
we are all asking the very same question...
one question...

a war of souls......

for souls.....

all their wants
all their needs these demons within...

chained...slaves to their demands...
they take us every night..
they feed on our weakness..

and when the revelation has been made...
will you arise a warrior of faith?

I am to believe that faith is the answer...

"oh ye of little faith"