Damned Demon Slayer

I hope beyond hope,
like so many others,
like me,
who are lost,
beyond the light,
that when I finally let go,
and land myself in a pretty plot,
beyond the stars,
but not in the heavens where we belong,
where we who struggle every day,
who battle with the demons,
should live,
but to burn in hell,
because one slip up,
one finally letting go is apparently,
so wrong,
so unjust,
that for this,
pain,
hopeless pain,
we have suffered to our limits,
we belong with the demons we so long to fight.
The wrongness of this world,
strikes no one but me,
for the reasons,
I can not see,
we don't believe,
when the beg,
we criticise,
when they ask for help,
then we say we don't understand,
when they take away the pain,
and knock on Satan's door.
There's this rumour deep within,
one rarely heard,
unless you listen to those in the dark,
unless you dare hear their words,
unless you dare accept their,
then you hear,
whisper over whisper,
'we who fight,
who battle the demons,
by day,
and by night,
are not bound to the fire,
to live way up higher,
than we can ever dream'. 
So,
with this whisper,
that only we,
the damned,
demon slayers hear,
there is hope,
when hope is lost.