Demons

Demons -

They draw me in, 

deeper and deeper...

I weep in sin,

wishing for the reaper.

This familiarity, the comfort

of darkness engulfing me all over again

This is fight or flight.

But in their embrace, I feel nothing;

I mean - I feel like I'm nothing.

Accepting, settling in my damp bed...

I withdraw and close out.

Tonight, I bed my demons once again,

For their whispers are my sweet nothings...