I fight with demons in the night who come unbidden to my room and there's no hiding place they don't know and so no place for me to go and the night comes to me quickly now, the days grow shorter and the shadows rise up drainpipes or fall down from the chimney breast.

These demons who would come to flay me or succubi who wish to 'lay me' (Americans I presume) in the gloom all have a smell about them, the smell of something old or dead, these, the demons fly into my eyes and in my head it's just a game, a catch me if you can, the demons there, though not tame are well behaved, like Jesus gonna save them souls!

Honour and the roles we play
we all pay in the end
and I with demons, do defend their right
to visit me, but
every night is
*******.