Demons

Hope plays a wicked game with the mind

Tears you apart and makes you go blind

Dreams forsaken and love not to bind

Just a demon playing with mankind

And the demons that play us haunt in the night

Sucking and draining all of our light

Laughing and taunting with all of their might

Sometimes the torture seems just too right

Hope plays a wicked game with the mind

And physical pain seems a gift in this light

The demons outside us may not be kind

But the monsters on the inside, the ones with the smite

Can tear us apart before one can find…

…that the game that they play…

…you cannot win…