The Bile Bites

As strange as it may be Even with the scourge of the vile and ill-tempered Rifling through my stomach, Feasting and Sharpening their teeth ...and bloodied horns on my insides. I have found strength to... offer myself Some may say as a pawn in service to others To those of whom I strongly find undeserving Of the demons that haunt them. And so even as the bile bites at the top of my throat I tender a pale hand, palm up as intended fingers curled and jagged from stiffened joints. "Join my hand and we both shall brave the abyss" I say. Although due to the scourge that infects my being She is quite reluctant to accept For fear that HER demons may feast May reproduce. Become bigger, stronger, more agile Lest they become ...more fierce upon adjoining mine. her reluctance although possible to be rooted within realms of truth Proves to me... to be unfounded. what of those underlying demons The Pain, the loneliness, the fear Those that provide basis and strength for all those that toil above... Could they not all be ...relieved via assaulting the deficient domains that hastened their initial birth? Is it not the truth that if you destroy the limbs of a giant he can no longer stand tall nor continue to reek havoc? I rest self-assured that she will soon realize. Realize that all her storms shall be cast silent Unless there's something there to meet them I am there, a man although lost in shadow Scarred and bruised, hurting and tired I am there, yet also in search of remedies to heal a demonized soul, my flesh and bone.