You think that in the end you’ve finally done them in.
That you’ve got rid of them for good, now and forever.
But that seldom happens.
Most of the time, the demons are still there, lurking somewhere in the shadows of your mind
Tirelessly waiting for the moment when our guard drops.
And when love goes away.
There was no hiding from the endless, thick heat that permeated the city tonight not even under the cover of darkness, sitting alone in the back corner staring at my glass, the signs are everywhere tonight, you might not know what they mean, none of you are seeing them but I somehow understand what they are trying to predict.
“They are coming” the wind whispers
It’s the calm before the storm, the flicker before the flame.
The mantra, like always, plays in the deepest part of my mind
“Tell me again why do I need to survive?”
but like so many times there was no answer, I’m running out of time that was never mine to begin with. I was not meant to be here in that vessel for this long.
It’s them who takes many forms, I’m familiar with their presence, some with eyes so blue yet so pale you’d have to look twice before you notice them looking back at you, others are too tall and too dark, all sharp edges and hungry for what they’re not allowed to control, but worst of all are the ones that can change forms, they are always there, looming, planning & watching.
Tonight they have plans
They are here to burn it all down.
I’m not telling you this to avoid it, you can’t, but so you can prepare to not bleed out for them to stay alive, to survive…
“I’m sorry” I whispered
The storm is here, forcing me to change and with dark deadly eyes & a soul on fire I’m flying over the city with my anger pouring out of me like red light melting the figures away into nothing their screams were horrific but I liked it I spread my wings so wide that I became the stars, the moons, the sky and the air in their lungs.
The flames are becoming higher, burning them all, smoke, so much smoke, and desire with my own body urging me to keep going.
“BURN BURN BURN” They whispered
“Enough” I whispered back
I landed where I was then, but it’s nothing than a pile of ash now, I’m watching as the final flame dies out.
“They shouldn’t have come tonight” I screamed
“You allowed them here darling” The winds whispered
I was not meant to stay for that long, “I’m sorry” I whispered
How many times can I bend before I finally break and give in, to fate, to them?
The mantra is still going in my head.
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