MY DEMONS

Everyday I battle my demons.

Living has become my demise.

To the bottomless deep they drown me,

Whenever I awake, they seek for my end.

Death looks at me like a cheetah does an impala.

In the dark he crawls, waiting for a perfect catch.

My demons and death have team up,

They push me to the end of the cliff.

In case I don’t make it to tomorrow,

I didn’t take the simplest way out. It was the only way out.