Demons

Demons

I abandoned my soul today,

left it at the bus stop

in the pouring rain

I just ran away

hearing it cry like a child

who now can't find it's way

I should feel sorrow,

and I should feel shame

but I hear a calling,

and it's screaming my name

Evil is Beauty,

Beauty is Sadness,

Sadness is Loving,

that breaks and it bends us

Loving is Torture, 

Torture is Life,

Life is a Roadmap

with foreign street signs

I can't go back,

I can't run away

I'll live with this anger

for the rest of my days

There's evil inside us,

it waits patiently

until we're at our weakest,

and can't turn away

It wraps us in darkness,

and whispers softly

Words of Desire

that were once a mystery

I used to fight, 

I used to flee

But these words from my Demons

they understand me

They are not scary, 

they are our friends

So go ahead with them,

When they reach for your hand