My Demon

It's only a matter of time before he comes through

My Demon

I can feel it clawing,
nails just under my skin,
eager to slash me open, [and]
unleash itself upon him.

I foresee it happen,
its eyes ablaze with fire,
fangs smiling white as ivory,
talons lashing, gashing at flesh.

[and] I stand there watching,
powerless, frozen from its wrath,
exhausting him to his last breath,
while I'm left scarred, again.

I've given him this warning,
told him what all I've seen,
yet he's been stubborn, [and] stupid,
thinking our story will never end.

It's only a matter of time now,
not sure how much strength I've left,
the clawing getting closer to surface,
urgency on both our parts sinking in.