Demons

i have many demons living within fear, loathing, and cowardice; the first few to come in pain, angst, and loneliness are resident vices Whether friend or foe, neither do I know but there is a king amongst them all a true deceiver a pathological liar he makes me a believer I was a returning patron in him I looked for love and faith the will to live, another day he makes these promises but never delivers it was long before i realised, this angel was pure evil the rope he handed me, was a noose ever so tight who would've guessed they called him hope