**The Demon of Belief ** An Ode to My Own Prison (Creed)

Standing in one corner,
Is the ghost of my fears;
One too many i’ve created from my own power 
The walls are cold and pale 
Silence the only sound
My breath the only motion and Demons cluttering around; 
My face constricts and shackled by its presence, 
Knowing it lurks somewhere cornered by the walls;
A drop of silence broken by a falling pin, 
My breath gets heavy, by the sound of the winds…