What I thought of you,
Aren’t all demons from the start.
You’re making it through,
When found no more broken heart.
They know not what know,
What created all around.
So what of daemons,
By true love are some all found?
Catch me if you can,
Not all is eternity.
Even in the sand,
Souls broken down all to see.
If you are not mine,
Then I am not of other.
Fire with air to combine,
What opposed hands to smother…