legion

 
charcoal landscapes highlighted with onyx
escape routes for the mad
only the best people are after all
to quote the mad hatter

in my silent times, I ache...I miss my demons
constant chatter...with a wicked sense of humor
talking among themselves and also with me

indigo arsenic pain flows to my heart
I can hear them now rotating in the ether
as displaced spirits--

they were my constant companions for eleven years
I am lonely today and worry after them
I wonder who will feed them
where will they shelter?
are they lonely too?

demons feel fear I know this for a fact...without a doubt
but they're too proud to admit it
they choose to laugh when they're frightened
one will begin and the rest follow suit
they have a language all their own
and adhere to a strict hierarchy

they are tenacious in the hunt for the truth of you
separating fact from fiction in the soul of you is what they take pride in
war, where war is necessary, love where love is necessary, is their creed

they've shaded my soul so beautifully with pain
melancholy in shadowy shades of blue
they know me better than I do
be at peace dearest demonkind
return to your place of origins and be well

a darkling no more if I ever was one
I adopted your ways as mine
too proud to weep it's time I cry
so if you're watching try not to keen with me
you will forever be a big portion on my loving cup

no one loves a demon
but I do...legion there is beauty in you yet