DEVIL WITHIN

The child inside me is very afraid;
in depths of anguish with none to console.
The demons rise and surround him
and urge him not to worry anymore.
The child cries and sobs wildly…
and the demons go truly insane.
The demons collect head after head,
but the child doesn’t cease to complain.
The innocence bleeds and all goes red,
but no blood is seen on the skin.
The child inside me is very afraid
and seeks refuge in the devil within.

THIS THIRST

Here also it used to rain…
Here also we used to dance.
Now, with you gone, nothing remains;
only burning winds and tattered lips.
And this walk, this endless drifting…
in these burning sands.
These charred feet, these burning eyes
This thirst…
and your absence…
What should I await but my end?