Never has he invited them over.
He wants them gone, so he can finally be sober.
Sober with happiness and love.
You demons will be sent back to Hell, by the angels from above.
As much as he weeps and moans.
None will come to save him from the unwanted guests that rattle his bones.
His mind is throbbing with thoughts that he has never encountered before.
Giving off a fake smile and laugh, he doesn’t know that this is something you can’t ignore.
All he wants is to return home.
The home where he used to go to the forest to roam.
He knows it’s too late.
So he sits back and let’s his mind be shattered by his own dark fate.
Itarow Krähe 