The demon is back he’s here,
he’s back and he’s deep inside,
defeated the angel who couldn’t handle the ride,
he swallows and consumes all the angels hard work,
leaving him exhausted laying in the dirt,
the darkest battles are inside our head,
and always worse when I get into bed,
I can’t stay awake but too scared to sleep,
laying awake not knowing how to speak,
the nightmares the terrors,
bed left soaking with sweat,
but the demons rise and they aren’t even wet

The bolt on the door must be thrown,
so out of bed shrug my shaking bones.
We are a pile of tired connections
and joints creaking over the floorboards.
Shadows and wind hit the window and
every stir jostles all these pieces.
We ask the streetlights for help to shine
and the trees for help to stand and even
the stars for help to fall but those things
are outside, and we are in here.

The water goes above my head
Feels like i haven't left my bed
Is this what it feels like?
I'm drowning, not sure how long i can fight
I'm sinking deeper and deeper
The bottom seems too be getting even steeper
So ill hold my breathe
Till i drown to my death.