I bet it’s been a long day
It’s too dark at five o’clock.
You did some things the wrong way
The snow. You’re cold. It’s hard to talk

But it’s only the deep.
It’s only the trees.
It’s only the rustles
Of animal feet.

If your demon is here,
would you want to know?
Just look in the places
you go that you don’t want to go.

But they look you in the eye
Tell you there’s nothing to fear.
But they don’t know what lingers
When you look in the mirror.

One curse under your breath
One curse, one worse upon your head
One curse that mangles the silence
When you lay down in your bed.

They don’t know what you are
Some crooked silhouette
They’ve seen your face, and they’ve heard your voice,
But you have never met.

Soul is never more certain,
Than bare skin in the rain,
But you know something darker still,
There is no doubt in pain.