and it breaks my heart
but there is no other place to start.
And no other place, in the wide world to look
death and destruction are an open book.
Every man and woman is not themselves
but just pretenders in the realm
and upholders of the fear
and sure keepers of what they hold so dear.
Every Demon within these walls
roam and plunder ancient halls
until sadness and sickness have their day
There is simply nothing else to say.
But perhaps, perhaps that day has come
for some who want it to be done
and perhaps, perhaps that day has come
and perhaps my demons will be undone
I may put down my vitriolic stew
and cease stirring in death anew
And at once I will make a turn
to an angels face, free from burn
And for once, for once I will rise above
my demons fray, my demons love
and see the future from on high
The light of me, the death of die.
It is a myth my friends old and new
that courage is what it takes from you
Courage is a stranger thing
A learned comfort from a familiar ring.
It take surrender to know for sure
that you’ve broken down the door.
Surrender to all that you don’t know
Surrender to the conscious flow
Do this and let your Demons go.
Do this an let your Demons go.
And once there gone
Then you’ll know.