I've played with demons.
As the bright light dwindled.
Got burned by their lies.
I was the moth to their flame.
Dancing with the darkness.
Without a warning sign.
It seemed chaos.
Was my only vice.
Maybe I asked for it.
Just this time.
They took me in.
They spat me out.
Made a home out of my bones.
Made me bleed with a smile.
Some would say I'm tragic.
Some would say I'm manic.
That I'd take a nightmare.
More than I'd take living.
I guess the demons in my dreams.
Are also hidden angels underneath.
As they save me from this aching reality.