There are twin demons

Bickering in my head

One whispering

"For sure you were so bloody wrong for

Leaving him alone allowing others to get in

And claim your place in history (his story)

Time waits for no one sweetheart"

The other spitefully insisting it was all

A figment anyway imagined

Reason made up so you could read it

And rejoice in the emotion take-aways

The mind between battling for sense where

Sense is merely obsolete reaction

"If this was real" one says "you'd have been camped

Outside his body and refusing to abandon it

Instead of here writing about it- here get it?"

The other claims HE should have been the one

To grab your words and never let another being

Between them which he did so there... so there

Really this needs immediate resolution

Only so one demon shuts the fuck up and I get

Freedom from this twin madness

Finally

The anger; it begins sometimes

Deep in the gut rising expanding till

Overgrown bloated... spills out over the keyboard

And I try vainly to contain it- keys getting struck and

Sentences colliding creating vile verbal messes

(Just like this one)

"Suck it up Princess or else go screw the

Nearest antidote and get life as they know it"

(This they both agree on)

"Self-created you let the demons take control

And now you bitch about us

Surely?"