Demonic Comforts

It's a strange and peculiar feeling;

to sit with ones demons,

so comfortably.

I bathe in the waters of my afflictions

with a great stillness.

A calming sense of love, and fullness

- comforted by my demons.

To wallow in the pain,

to stew in my own filth and dirt,

to be oh-so-comfy with disgust.

It's how I've always been

- comfortable with my own discomfort -

a place all of my own

where no-one dares to trudge.

My soul lays bare,

for me to see,

and now,

my demons are free

to be,

whoever they wish,

away from me,

but they sit, in comfort,

by my side,

and in my mind.

I'm thankful.