The Daemons

The story of Daemons.

They are here to narrate my story,

I have been sitting in front of them,

They sit lifeless, just like my heart,

They live here with me, 

They tell me,

I have been here for too long,

I listen to these dead hearts,

They want me to move,

And sometimes they say, 

Stay here with us forever,

We like the fire in your hands,

We like your melancholic voice,

We like it when you look at us in the mirror,

They hold all my memories,

Memories of distress, tears and happiness,

They sometimes ask me,

Why don't you talk to humans?

Why don't you write about your kind,

Well, I am a mad man they say,

And for humans to talk,

I do, but lately,

Humanity is in chaos these days,

All I do is pray and learn,

And try to predict my future,

I am happy we are safe,

The virus has passed us,

But the horror of death remains,

And it prevails us all,

One day, someday,

It is inevitable,

Daemons, they say,

I infect people with hatred,

And sometimes love,

And with the first ray,

They go up in the heavens,

To come back in the darkness,

Where ever I go,

I see them before me,

With a grim on their face,

And sometimes they are with me,

We are here to stay forever,

We are here to win they say,

We are here to get infected,

Infected by love and friendship.