The demons mostly come at night
while he's lying in his bed
they feed there in the darkness
planting seeds inside his head

Questioning his every thought
casting doubt on all he does
raising fear and uncertainty
about the ones he loves

But he cannot fight the demons
for they cannot be seen
And never does he wonder
why it is he doesn't dream

Why unlike most when our eyes close
and sleep carries us away
he doesn't relive memories
or dream the perfect day

Instead he gets no rest at all
and wakes exhausted every day
after hanging on til overcome
hoping to keep them all at bay

But in those few dark hours
true havoc it is wrought
as deeper is he punished
by every little thought

He lacks the voice to cry for help
and writes poetry instead
to stay awake just one more hour
and keep the demons from his head