Originally Published: February, 2017.

The thoughts in my head,
Dark, dreary and revolting,
Would fill even the carefree with dread.

The demons, my friends, they say;
Fill my head with dark thoughts,
On even the brightest of days.

To fully understand, I would never ask of you;
To be truthful, it would be far too cruel.
You deserve better than what's been said,
Far better than to experience the demons in my head.

One day, I fear, they'll roam free,
And to me, that would be the end of days,
For I’m desperately afraid,
Of what the demons would do and say.

They are me, and I am they;
For one day, the demons will say,
Your day has come, it’s time to go,
And I will lie down and never wake.

And on that day, I hope and pray,
That you stay away.
For on that day, the demons will remain,
And on that day, on you, they will prey.

The demons in my head, I’m sorry for what they’ll do,
I’ve held them prisoner as long as I could,
To keep them away from you.
The demons in my head, I wish they were dead,
Alas, I am no longer; there's nothing I can do.

I hope for your sake that you are stronger than I,
Because when the demons come,
They seem to disturbingly multiply.

My brain, you see,
Kept me prisoner for as long as I can remember,
For you, well, you see:

It’s begun in December.