Fight On!

Save me from the evils of this dark place, Protect me from the damage it can deal, A look of panic strikes my hallowed face, As a dark presence commands me to kneel. I look upon his face and see great pain, And horrors worse than any living thing, Just when I though there was nothing to gain, He spoke to me and asked for me to sing. I sung a tale that brought him too his knees, And drew a tear from his demonic eyes, And by the end I had him saying "please, No human respects a demon who cries." I've faced my demons and came out on top, Although the method may not have been this, So when you think the time has come to stop, Remember all the things that you would miss. Remember little pleasures that in life We take for granted every single day. And remember that the blade of a knife, Can stop the most important things to say. In death we never win and always loose, So beware of the choices that you choose.