Demons
If I were stuck on a far-away Island
I would not fear the sea or sand
Nor would I wish for company
Oh how freeing it would be
To be alone- no one else would understand.
The insanity I feel constantly tick at my bones
The 2 a.m. thoughts I accept as my home
Is it crazy to think that of all the strange sins
I've grown quite fond of my demons?
I would no longer wish away my self doubt
Or my worries of loved ones I must live without
Or my fear of the dark
Or giving away my heart
Or craving cold death as I wander about.
If I were to go, I believe I would stay
The perfect mix of my night and my day
How calm it would be,
Just my demons and me
A love affair, so long held at bay.