The Demons

My demons are alive and well

They came to visit again last night

I don’t remember much of their time

I just find remnants of the chaos

Dried blood that ran from my nose

Empty pill bottles strewn about

Track marks down my arm

A call log of numbers I don’t recognize

There’s a daily battle of light and dark

It rages in me as my consciousness fades

It’s become dangerous, as I play for fun

But the demons, they play for real

Oh how I wish this battle would end

I don’t care if it’s the light or the dark

I see peace in either side

It’s the confrontation that’s breaking me

My demons are alive and well

I however, I’m just alive