A Hazy Storm Filled Night

I know too well the hell you have faced in the hollows of your mind

It also dwells in me; embedded in the darkest crevices too hard for me to find

Demons congregate inside my head, plotting to push me beyond insane

Gnawing and clawing; picking, picking, picking stealing pieces from my brain

There seems to be no defeating them; any sign of victory lay beyond my sight

Battling them around the clock, futilely fighting them with all my might

As if the demons were not enough; we must also beg off the physical pains

Trying desperately not to show weakness; only crying when it rains

Words are not nearly expansive enough for others to fathom or comprehend

The demons, voices, and others within me have become my only friends

Though I must continue to mask my true self and forge on

I find a small piece of relief for you now that you are gone

Go now to rest your body and soul for you have finished your fight

I will join you down the road some day on a hazy storm-filled night