The Demon

summons me every once in a while, to be fair mostly everyday

they say its the curse that follows every man, through ages and linear time

it has been called the yellow king, the Kama, the Shaitan

sometimes even love, pleasure and those words that are a splash of a golden glass filled with with blood on the face

lately I’ve been trying to make him sleep, its a him, with a big hairy belly, unshaved beard and the hopes of an ape

I sing lullabies of art and higher self, of twisting my body on the sacred mat

but these are mere word to the demon

he summons his proteges for the greater good, to fill with this land with his babies,

wagging tails that lie beneath their balls and are saved by the luscious hair

the demon lives beyond time, it captures your dreams and your higher ambitions ,

it makes you realize you are nothing but a mere mortal

driven by desires

The demon makes your palm warm and your feet burning hot, and send waves through your body that are taller than tsunami

the demon then smiles cause it knows you will give in

between those legs, where the demon sleeps like a baby

once its puked all its blood and puss out

like he drank wine in a jug of brass yesterday night, spilling from his mouth to his belly

the demon some say is there for the work of god

the god that created you me and everything around, that wants you to make the demon calm

some books, texts and some who live above the Kailash claim to conquer him

they tell you ways to make the demon dream, they say if you ignore the demon, it dies and sends lilies, roses and marigold in your body

the demon they say is more pure more sane than the blood

yet the demon brings out the worst in you,

I gather all my prayers yet the demon arises, sitting on my chest,

making my dreams impure and my groin warm

like i am sleeping a bathtub filled with hot oil

i still fight him back but the demon bites me on my neck, leaving a mark

a grin on my face that i cannot hide from my lover

and no matter how much i try i fold my hands when he calls my name

so now, i let him arrive, i welcome him with a garland of grape juice and fruits that have hair

now i am a part of him

i can see myself and my face in him

his words sound like me, as i tremble on the pages i have walked millions of times

and i raise my hand high, with one last courage to take the demon down

and that hand lands on my chest with a knife that shines like a diamond with rubies and gold

i wish to put up a fight

but alas i fail, when the demon is blessed by none other than god

who am I

a mere mortal to fight him

i join his army of dark holes, and puff put smoke from my umbilical cord

i forgive myself and convince that I am nothing

and the truth that i am seeking is nothing but the demon

after all who am i , a mere mortal

i arise with all the anger the demon blessed me with

cause now i am doing gods work

i torn clothes and spread the body around

i bite, till the blood flows, till they scream and grasp for breath

cause now i am doing gods work

the demon is me, i am

but its all the same, me the victim, the demon

cause the god sits within us

maybe the demon is gods messenger and i am a mere mortal

a slave, a nobody

the demon summoned me

and I answer his call.