Demons hunt

The demons are out tonight,
Hunting for my soul.
The compromise seems fair,
But I will not relinquish control.
I know the very games they play,
The heartache upon which they feed.
For I've given plenty,
And still more they need.
It's a vicious circle
Of promise and pain.
Unending sorrows left inside
With nothing to gain.
It's an excruciating time
Hopeless dreams and empty lies.
Understand this if nothing else
Demons breathe your cries
For once I died
I was taught to live.
Instead I became numb
So I'd have nothing left to give.