Watchers

Lay alone in absent darkness, naked pillow by my side. 
The only sound I can hear are my tired closing eyes. 

Submerged in hallowed shadows I can barely see my thoughts 

I walk through scorching meadows where my scariest demons taunt. 

Grieved by molten memories they're scathed by all oppressed. 

No liberation from ones damnation as the worst shall never rest. 

Still my heart will pump its blood and my lungs will breathe the air.

My brain will think and analyse. But yes my demons will still be there. 

I'm not talking hellish beasts with wings of ash and flame. 

These are mine, those of truth unkind, 

That can drive you completely insane. 

They talk to me, they walk with me 

And have ingenius ideas. 

They tell me things that most don't know and give me senses without fears. 

They hold me back from danger and protect me from myself. 

If I didn't have my demons i'd become someone else. 

They say that angels may watch over us and steer us true and free 

But what lies inside and watches under us 

Is it demons or just me. 

Copyright of adam madhatter dyas