Demons vs Angels.

She was my peace and quiet.
My shelter to hide from the riots that surrounded my mind.
A bomb ready to explode but she came for the defuse.
She was my Valhalla, she was my muse.
She helped me with my selfish abuse of alcoholic desires that would conspire addictive fires.
I was at peace whenever your hands would fill the crease between the space in my fingers.
Even though you left, your scent of tranquility still lingers.
She was a path while I was a maze.
Stuck in a haze of marijuana smoke but the angelic voice she spoke helped me find my escape.
But the clouds of addiction overcame the traits she implanted in me.
So now I sleep through the day because the darkness of the night is the only source of peace.
I disrespect the comfort of the sun with my self inflicted problems that I continue to run from.
It's hard to change when angels keep their range while my deranged demons keep close.
The curtains of life will close and no rose will be thrown if I continue to condone the monster I am.
A boy needs to learn how to become a man.