Come Out and Play

When my demons come out and play

There is this time of every day

When demons come out and play

I can never know when or why

They stay no matter how I try

When day comes I fight them some

Most times I lose and then they come

But if I fight them through the light

They come for me all through the night

There is no break from their intent

When day is dead they make decent

They make their marks upon my skin

To let me know that they will win

They don’t kill me then and there

To fill my life with such despair

When day is born it starts again

So I can mark it with my pen

I write it here to my relief

And end it here to make it brief