I have these demons and they sing to me;
With woeful somber sonnets of abysmal dismay.
Their voices seemingly calling out with glee;
And their talons ready to grasp me within the fray.
But I am chains to the nothingness and wish to be free;
While its weight pulls me down like an anchor on the bay.
These demons are not friendly nor will they ever be;
But I lack friends, and they always stand beside me, come what may.