My demon

Eventually my demon starts to call.
He begs me to pick him up, Caress him with my skin.
A part of me wants to listen.
Another part of me disgusted.
I don't want to listen.
"get out of my head" I scream.
But the demon doesn't listen.
He never listens just keeps begging.
It's to much I give in and run to him.
I push him into my skin.
One line of blood.
God it feels so good.
I can't stop.
I won't stop.
I need this.
Want this.
I push him in again and again.
One cut becomes two and two becomes ten.
I set him down gently.
Then grab a rag to cover the bloody mess.
My demon is gone for now.
He's stopped begging me to do the one thing I hate but love so much at the same time.