Demon's Whistle

The cold streets speak of a familiarity
I can not recall
a home I can no longer remember

But as I walk
and as I breathe
for what feels like the first time in infinity,
I know that in another world,
in another time,
in another life,
they were the only thing I had ever known

And so, I love them and I hate them
I stay with them and I mourn them
I grin at them and I scream at them.
The safest place in my plane of existence,
An ugly, cruel beast