Possessed

There are demons in flesh
Who love the decaying mind
And preys for moments to
Seize the soul in darkness.

I have been in the darkness
And felt the cold heart of
Lust pulsate through my being
As if flesh was all that mattered.

But the taste of death is horrid
And there is nothing more alive
Than love when embraced and
Given away as if it lasts forever.

So when those demons return
And look for a temple to possess
There will be no vacancy for their
Cruelty because love has taken over.