Day and night they march, through every open door,
And in they try to get, through every single pore.
Relentless they arrive, from where cannot be said,
For the only voice they use, is the one inside my head.
In the closet hidden, under bed in darkness waits,
The monsters of the past, the beasts of future fates.
Run, run, but there is nowhere safe to breathe,
With clenched jaw and narrow eye, evil thoughts deceive.
None can see what I see, none can hear the voice,
Empty thoughts and gestures, to move to a nicer choice.
We die alone, yet must we also live that way as well,
Unknown to all and the one, and a stranger to ourselves.
Turn and scream aloud, face the dread from far behind,
Give it no air to draw, nor an easy target to find.
Flow through life as water, solidify when needs arise,
Be what you must, when must requires of you to fly.
Tooth and nail, eye for eye, there is no need to fight,
As release of thought and mind, leaves body filled with light.
A brief moment of respite, as the voices fall to a mumble,
And in that stilled space, understanding becomes a rumble.
The demons never leave, they are held sometimes at bay,
Only to return with your voice, to torment another day.
Get accustomed to their words, and brush them to the side,
As there is another life to live, another path to stride.
