Don't deny it, you know that deep inside you is a dark side that dwells and waits for an opportune moment to arise from the shadows. It wallows deep inside you festering with desires of unbidden thoughts and it just crawls inside waiting to crawl out of the recesses in which you oppress it.

The light in you forces it back, drawing that clear line between right and wrong and you understand the consequences between right and wrong. After all, the sweetest rewards come to those who are right, who are righteous, while the wrong and the damned be punished by your misdeeds.

And yet, the path of the wild side is ever so tempting to take and you feel the thrill of the danger and the risk that you make of yourself.

Don't deny the demon in you.Embrace it for what it is. Make love to that demon, kiss it, lick it, spread that demon's legs and just give in to every desire that you desire of, treat that demon right as you take the path of the wild side.

The danger is liberated and for awhile, you feel free. The light troubles you, shines a light on your sins and you know where you stand between right and wrong.

Then again, how would you ever feel right if you've never done any wrong.

This liquid darkness that I sip as the heat dissipates from the porcelain bitters my tongue. It's taste, a different appreciation and yet, every sip keeps a flame in me burning as I strike a match and let that match burn the burnt taste of my tongue, the bitterness at the back of my tongue caressing like a lovers touch.

I take another sip. I swallow and the bitterness lingers. I feel the temptation of milk and honey to soothe the bitter ache but I know that such light food will douse the fierce burning beneath my pit and I will just succumb to just crash... and burn as I fall through the sky like a meteor from a dying star.

And all I seek is comfort and warmth from soft linen and a good night's sleep.

I take another sip of the ink black liquid of my porcelain mug. They call it tribute. The full bodied flavor rests heavily on my tongue like a sleeping giant.

The pits of my underworld grumble as the black rich liquid slowly disappears, everything that I've ever held back, I release with a single breath. My mind races to find the words that I am typing down in this computer and I feel like words and words and words keep pouring from my fingertips like drops of dew from a blade of grass, each twinkle a glimmer of the remnants that use to be my mind.

I think I've lost my mind a long time ago, sense made me lose my mind for this mind that I command is not what it used to be but with each passing discovery of a word, my old mind returns, making the right connections like an old reboot of a computer after centuries past of decay.

The rhythm fluctuates and I dip and the demon in me toys and toys with my pleasures as the lady beside me awakens from her slumber, her desires unexplored.

My desires unexplored.

I yearn for a different body, a different name. All ending up in the same desires to fulfill and I burn in the pits of regret and regression.

My mind is an aggression, you can't tell me what to do. You're not my daddy because daddy left for 5 other daughters and woman I barely know. Why are you a demon in my life daddy? Why? You were that knight in shining armor a long time ago.

But the armor's rust, and wood's turn to dust and I am standing here a memory of what you left behind a long time ago. What I am is a demon, a fire breathing, oil drinking, lust hungered demon waiting to be the monster that you long forgot but can never forget and no matter what you think, you know that you played a huge part into making this monster.

I stoke the flame within me.

Don't deny it. There's a demon inside of us.