Through the midnight blues
My eyes would close
But that's old news
I will dive into the ocean
The vast regression of clues

My space is not empty
Nor is it filled with success
For every question presented
I ask fifteen in defense

Narrator lost his free spirit
After reciting my quest
Potentially dangerous merit
Got carried away with the rest

I often notice, and wonder
How come my demons are gone?
How come they left me down under?
After I fed them with love

So caring and charming
They called me sir Mr.Foe
Their starving eyes did not harm me,
But that was a decade ago