This was all for you, a long time ago.
Forever ago, when our demons sung to one another from miles away. Singing songs about each other that felt both like a love song but covered in heart break. It was all for you, a long time ago. Forever ago, until my demons stopped singing with yours, and learned to let go.

She cried out, while her demons hummed a song of sorrow
“Will you sing me a song, my love?”
“Will you write me a song, a song about our love? Our demons can hum a tune to sing too.”
But there was no love, there was no harmony between us, nor rhythm, we made white noise, a lot of ******* nonsense white noise.

This was all for you, a long time ago.
Forever ago, when our demons sung to one another from miles away. Singing songs about each other that felt both like a love song but covered in heart break. It was all for you, a long time ago. Forever ago, until my demons stopped singing with yours, and learned to let go.

I still hear echoes of your demons howling to me, trying to sing but very out of tune. Singing songs that could be a love song but to me sounds like words that howl goodbye.

This was all for you, a long time ago,
But, not anymore
My demons sing her to sleep, night after night,
And they sound so beautiful.
This is all for her, for a long time from now.