Our Demons

Its not a witches brew, or a cats meow

Not a vicious snarl or a bellowed howl

Its not a cackling laugh, or the blackness of night

Not a child's scream in the midst of fright 

Its the heaviness of heart, or the air escaping your lungs

its the tears that run free, or a demons pointed tongue 

It lives inside you, it wants to be free

it feeds on your flesh

in you

and in me