Demons
They exist within my head
and verbalize memories
of those that are lifeless.
I loved you
as a child loves her mother
craving to be the hero
in your eyes
but never discovering the time.
I despise myself more
than you ever could
and I try to drink
the demon away
to a area I cannot
find.
I journey with the demon close to my side
ready to pull the trigger and wipe
away the soreness.
Stroll in some dismal shadow
where I cannot be touched.
Laugh at those who fall madly
in love cause I wonder what is love.
So I tilt my glass back
and drink even if its hard
to swallow away the misery.
I let the demon pull the trigger
and I think of you and hope
you wake up tomorrow.
