Sick of teasing demons
Shackled out of arms reach
Snarling, hungry for a chunk of flesh
Patient for days, weeks

Following silently, cold malicious desire
Whispering deadly temptations
Joyfully dumping fuel
Enraging my eternal fire

Shackled to life’s patterns
Evolving and growing, pattens match stride
Shapes that appear gone and broken
Still spread ripples far and wide

Places and friends that felt like home
Left behind, changed or no more
Hold a spot in my heart forever and ever
And alone I will endure.