Those demons
With talons and sharp teeth
You protect me from the voice of reason
Bury them underneath
The rubble and misery of the past
Such vast pain that won’t last
Harming myself to continue
The thought of death
To disappear
Which selection is best on the Reaper’s menu?
They tighten the noose
How much more time?
We should put it to use
Then end up on the news
That is my offer
Demons, do we have a truce?
Then light, one of a kind
Hard to find, but gave shine to my mind
Didn’t blind, just showed the path
Latched right behind, scaring off the wrath
No one could, only you
The one who helped me break through
As if you knew
Just how to
Give assistance
To a person with a loose screw
Trying to add more shade to the painting.
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