Hell is empty and all the demons are here
Or so goes the story
From William Shakespeare

How can those demons on earth do they tread
In all their glory
Nestle inside my head

Sleep is remedy
For a heart that is in pain
The ultimate cure

An eternal sleep
Is a final remedy
For the sleepless heart

I am entranced
No
I am enraptured

Intoxicated
Exhilarated
You have bewitched me

Your touch
Pools like melted wax
Dripping on my skin

I am trapped
Yes
I am captured

Captivated
Fascinated
You have beguiled me

With a love
Too good to be true
Lie to me another day

I am found
Yes
I am created

New
Fresh
You have restored me

I am fresh, renewed
Washed clean by the warm spring rains
Rejuvenated

Tired of waiting
Every day a new sorry
You forgetting me

Was it a mistake
Letting you in, just to see
Broken parts of me