The daemons of my mind

THE DAEMONS OF MY MIND The daemons of my mind appear in my window and greet me with a whisper when dawn is rising. They light my lust intoxicating me of desire, transforming it into solitude. The daemons of my mind know my hidden name they dig inside my secrets and play around with my memories. They laugh at my disenchantments they mock my yearnings and tell me: "Give up now". The daemons of my mind call me by my name they snuggle in my heart and eat from my plate. They take my soul between their hands and with odd shapes turn me into a new being. The daemons of my mind have the woman's touch and with a sweet charm lead me from the hand. They leave me in a desert, sad, silent, defeated facing me with my identity. And upon arriving the night they repeat with cynical sweetness: "Sleep, rest your tormented soul, tomorrow everything will be fine". The daemons of my mind, have face of myself. Leontti A Ramos M