The Demon

Hello everyone,

I thought I would start of this blog by bearing my soul to you in a way I have not. Many not so distant moons ago, I was in love. I was so in love with a man, my partner, my lover, my soulmate. He lit a fire in me, and opened my soul much like the needle opened his veins to the drugs that were in that syringe. I feel that in many ways he is still my soulmate. I hold a special place in my heart for lovers past, present and future... but this one is different.

What I want to create is a place of honest truth, a place of complete connection to your souls, so complete that the truth comes running up and slaps us right across our faces... I want you to see my soul, as I see yours when you sit across from me. When I connect to that place of inner understanding, know that I do so with love. I see your pain, I see your joy, and I see you..... So, it is only fair... that you see me.

Here is a poem that I wrote about my love's addiction. As with many dealing with addiction, he was on the roller coaster of ups and downs, highs------- and lows. I sat with him for 5 years, and held his hand on every peak and drop. I can still remember falling asleep with my head on his chest, just so that I could hear his heart telling me YES YES YES... I am still alive... I am still here... a habit I still have.

The Demon

Mike Brazell

I ran from you.

I had escaped your grasp,

Your hands no longer touch my soul.

I am free of you.

I ran from you.

I know you are waiting for me,

wishing me to return to your dark love,

I am free of you.

I ran from you.

you sit in my shadow,

Waiting,

Wanting,

Wishing,

I am free of you.

I ran from you,

But I am tired of running.

I am tired of me.

I am free of you.

I ran from you,

But my legs can carry me no more.

My soul is tired of fighting.

I am free of you.

I ran from you,

But the beckoning sound of your sweet, sweet song-

I once hated-

That brought me pain,

that destroyed me inside and out-

Touches my soul and sings to her-

I am free of you.

I ran from you.

Your song-

Sing to me sweet love.

Sing to me of pain and of last times,

Sing to me of what will never be,

Sing to me of destiny lost,

Sing to me of my life,

and lose me in your embrace

I am free of you.

I can run no more,

The pain which I once feared

Seems to be my only friend-

Sweet darkness,

Sweet embrace of despair,

Why do you call me back to you?

I don't want to listen to your song,

But I have no choice now...

I reach out my trembling hand,

touching yours,

your warmth entering my veins,

touching my soul,

I am free no more.