Daemon

Welcome object of my despair
Doll adorned with minimal wear
Cloaked in grainy ashes
With my body as an urn

Upon further analysis
An angel with a demon cyst
Cling to light, no appeal
If you take my eyes maybe I'll learn

Chisel your silence through my doubt
Funnel mischief into my mouth
A space for you to live
Entangled with the worm

Sing your sorrows for this parlay
No more tomorrows and no more some days.