You give the world your hellish look,
The one to keep all of them at bay,
Just to create space for yourself,
A second to breathe,
A moment to think
To remember just how to give it.
It comes at you fast,
Past pieces of who you were,
Past pieces of who you were known to be,
But aren’t any more.
So you evoke the old powers,
Let them in,
Be that old version of yourself,
For a day or two,
It is self defense really.
After years of no footstep in the sand,
To leave brimstone footprints again,
And the old demons have rolled into town,
And they demand nothing less.
So you screw back on the horns,
Squint your eyes
And get ready
Call up that part of you that slept,
But never left.
