Tar Pit Demons

A spark,
in his eyes
as I break through
his iron clad disguise.
It's like holding a piece of glass,
this feeling of belonging and passion
it could slice your flesh open, fast,
or it could bewitch the beholder for life.
As I walk the shores of the tar ridden river
It's blackness follow me, demons crouching, in wait,
for that moment of weakness, just... one... moment
and they move from the dark waters to surround.
This life of being devoured by fear and darkness,
dodging glances and every quick sound
is devoid of peace within the mind,
and all there is, a glance of light,
I don't know how I will fare,
this, yet another time.
as I spy the demons
swimming beside,
I turn my head and focus,
a race against the clock.
Something they didn't count on,
this time...
I spread new wings,
to fly.