for the love of my demons

 
people tell me I'm dark
though I rarely let it come to the surface these days
I keep it hidden
or so I thought

I guess there is no concealing a demon's flavor
my demons were once cruel to me
they are now my lovers and guards
watching my back they are ably armed
to pick at your demeanor
if you're in the mind to hurt me

you see they have eyes where I don't
they listen to the waves
and intentions that are sent out
they will defend me
tooth and nail
my soul is gentle
of this, they are well aware

they protect my vulnerability
and the right to be tender
once I was armed with a switchblade
metaphorically speaking

I would slash at them
without intending to cut them
they keep the knives away from me now
so only the guilty are cut down to size

if you think this is dark
you don't know me and my demons
and before you even think to judge
I'll tell you this, they were given to me by the universe