Demons

Every time I look around there's my demons in the shade.

All as big and scary as the day that they were made.

All I find as life goes on, as I live & breathe. 

Is there are more and more of them, to many to relieve.

How do you loose your demons when they follow you so tight?

Coming out and grabbing you late into the night.

I do try to dispel them, I do try to move on.

Oh how much I really wish one day they would be gone.

The biggest thing about them is the way they make me feel.

escaping is a fantasy I want to make so real.

The thoughts in my head scare me to the way to make this true.

The only way some days would mean leaving to join you.