Demon

But only in the middle of the night

the demon comes to claim

more peaces of my bleeding soul and eat them;

With fingers cold,

like in a supermarket,

he touches and he picks

the freshest pieces on display.

And as the owner

silently, in horror watches –

the demon steals, devours and wipes his mouth… 
and then he’s gone!

In my dream I try to scream, I try to stop him;
I have no voice, no lips,

no arms, no will remaining of my own;

already gone – they have been stolen –

the demon took them; 
and now is using parts of me

to rob me of my soul.