As I lay awake in my bed I reach for the ledge as the monster in my head tells me, you'll never make it, but still I stretch, bend and send my self forward, my finger tips kiss the ledge, the monster grabs my ankle sending me in a downward spiral unraveling the darkness before me I see the demon in which I hid away in a spray of hate and revulsion, I have a compulsion to pull away in a sickly way, as I look into a mirror the image is getting clearer, for I am my own demon, I have fashioned my own chains from the barbwire of my mind, how could I be so blind, for all of the signs were Intwined with my thoughts but still I bought the knotted rope that will take all hope, and now I will croak with my Demon at hand saying, I was just a man.