The Demons
I've come to
know,
some
I made.
Some were born
in me.
And I carry
them
still.
The Fires
they see
in me,
they light
a path
I've always
known.
The Fear
of those who
walk it with me,
I protect.
For only some
may see
in the darkness
I crave.
To Walk
among the light,
is a path
I feared
the
most.
Unfamiliar,
it burns,
a spotlight
in the darkness
I hide in.
The Safety
I remember
in my dreams,
the places
where I would
surrender.
I miss those
still.
I Wonder,
as I grow
more used to
the light,
what the other
side of me
will
feed on.
The part of me
I'd come
to rely on
so long
now.
I Hear
the echos
of
the roar
inside,
and
I remember
it lives
in me still.
Whispering
it will
be here,
hold me in
it's embrace,
ever more.
