It's nice to see you.
I knew you would be back soon.
You were staring at the moon,
holding a broken broom
that snapped as you broke in half
while sweeping up the glass
of your shattered heart.
You were so sad but you started to laugh.
Why do you laugh at your pain?
Is it a way of putting out the flame of your shame?
Does it weigh on your brain,
so much you go insane,
trapped in this downpour of rain?
Is it impossible to sustain a smile when you dial my number?
Do I remind you of the thunder
that makes you stutter through every word that you utter?
I never meant to frighten you; maybe you have taken me wrong.
I could be the lyrics you sing
with your eyes closed when you hear
your favorite song.
I am the truth in the lies you've heard for so long.
You run from me, but I will always be here.
If you could just take me as I am, I will help you see clear.

I am the pain that talks quietly in your ear.
My intent is not fear.
I came to teach you how to smile
and how to steer
through the obstacles that were so near
to you for all of those years.
I dare you to not run from me like you always do.
It's what you're used to.

Have the same power over yourself as I have over you.

- Your Demons.