I am a saint in the morning,
Slave during the day,
Fiend at night.
The night is mine,
Mine and mine alone.
Dancing with my demon,
Arguing every moment
About who am I.
Trying to deep dive
In my thoughts,
Connecting dots,
Calming down my rage,
Strengthening my endurance.
Except my diligent demon,
Darkening my soul,
Breaking my backbone.
Filling up my conscience,
With humiliated reflections.
Dragging me down,
Forcing me to fight,
Asking me same question
Every fucking night,
"Who you are?"
