Oh, how I wish the demons would simply go away

As I try to navigate my seeming endless maze of days.

But no, I live in tandem with all their nagging harps,

As far as their creation, I acted out my part.

They talk to me in whispers of unsaid looming words

And lofty glances plentiful, yet nothing goes unheard.

I wish the incidental creation of this pain

would kindly leave my mind alone and never rise again.

To kill ideals is rather harsh but what to do when torn apart.

Between two worlds my mind will hang.

One for the living, one for the songs we sang.

And as I try to see the light, the shadows of memories turn it blight.

Do I stand of do I fall? Some days I cannot tell at all,

Spinning round a central light has made some shadows appear at night.