The Demons' Prey

As I walk down this road
All the demons behold,
For they see a weak and fragile mind
Caught up in a bind.
Perfect prey for their twisted ways
I am too hurt to runaway,
The voices in my head are painful
Will you all just be quiet and stand still!
My heart is weak
The demons perfect meat,
Will I ever be free?
Of these demons that are all around me..