In Battling With Demons
Demons grip my hair harshly and pull me away
Away from the pink clouds on which I've been dreaming
Dreams of warmth, dreams of comfort, dreams of ease
Dreams of unleashed desires, dreams of the moon's glow
Invading my secret diary!
Demons pierce through my fragile skin with their dirty claws
And hurt me, bringing me to shed tears for no reason
Or maybe because I still can see the pink clouds from up above
And know that I shall never ever get to enjoy their shine!
How harsh is the feel of life
How harsh and how heavy is its weight
Like Sisyphus, though, I do have to toil
Blindly, determined, without asking any questions
As, the demons are stronger
And easily vanquish me, each time I try to fight them!
Yet, like a sailor lost at sea, I make of my oars, the mystical
Essence of it all,
Pray, the demons would not have battled me if the powers
Of goodness had not willed it to be such
For, surely, surely, I do have sins' reactions to bear with!
Why, facing the demons, I lower my swords, kneel down
And wait, for the happening of my redemption
Why, stars have been put there for us to admire
The sun shines for us to allow us to live and Death
Does be there for us as the one to hold the key to redemption!
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