Days get longer and longer.
Demons get stronger and stronger.
The light has been sucked out-
I'm left to squirm and wriggle about.
Shadows swirl around my head-
Making me wish ever more that I was dead.
Holding on is an immense battle.
My caged soul-battered, will rattle.
I try to find a way out-
But the demons move about.
My soul is a f r a g i l e one-
And I'm afraid my dear...
That the demons have won.
