'All writers are vain, selfish and lazy,
and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery.
Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle,
like a long bout of some painful illness.
One would never undertake such a thing if one were
not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.'
-George Orwell
Oh little demon,
how devious you may be,
cleaning up the good that I see.
'Filthy little do gooders' you swear,
you hate.
The beams of light you cannot bare,
vengeance and blood, your soulmate.
They run from your sight,
they scream at your might.
And yet you think i do the same,
however i am not what you call sane.
(hehe haha)
I laugh in you presence,
and chuckle when you broil.
I give you reverence,
for all your ruin and turmoil.
But be wary of your very existence,
for I may not tolerate all of your nuisance.
Yazzy Nixon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dear-little-demon/
