If you don’t appeal to my angels,
You’ll awaken my demons,
They await me in the night, in the dark.
And if I’m not vigilant as the night grows colder
They’ll drive their daggers deep into my heart.
I feed my demons when I’m alone, when I’m afraid.
I hear them best when I’m lonely, when I’m lost.
Then I’m left to clean up whatever messes they make,
Left behind to bear the burden, and the cost.