Poetry Corner

Our Demons

I wish there was more I could say to make you understand

The demons are inside of us, walking hand in hand

And when the nights come, when I cry myself to sleep

I tell myself it's your demons, that make you say those things

But the truth that I'm to afraid to find,

The truth that hides within your mind

Is it from your demons you wish to be free

Or are you tired of something else, something more like me?

Our demons don't play well together, at least not anymore

So perhaps we should say goodbye and open up new doors