• We call along our smirking demons
    To rest upon our shoulder
    They sense the heat in troubled thoughts
    And aid us from the torture

    They whisper comfort that seeks a loner
    -It echos an ache burning in our heads-
    An attempt at indifference to keep our hearts warmer
    Scratching upon the surface of what was said

    An ungraceful step toward shaded instinct
    Fading - draining - color from our eyes
    Screaming piercing cries that try insisting
    But only shadowing what's inside

    So I again I sigh and seek those demon's attention
    While not bothering to explain
    Troubled my lips twitch again and again
    as I'm one step closer to empty bliss
    - another blink away from becoming insane