My demons haunt me.
They watch me closley.
Glowing in the dark with their big eyes hoping to trap me.
In the fairy tales all ends well

The hero defeats its enemy and is hailed before the masses.
This is no story and the enemy is relentless.
No pause, no rest, you have to keep defensive.

Demons don't lurk in the shadows here,
instead they are deep inside avoiding your attention.
Though they give clues leading to their detection.
You are soon thrown into a world of deception.

As you struggle battling between your comprehension and defeating the demons, they get away laughing at your grievance.

Busy trying to cope, keep hope,
in myself and everything that means most.
Failure is not an alternative but the fear of it weighs heavier in me than the energy to prevent it.

The soul will only heal when I look within, then my demons will not have room to grow therein.