I have demons.
I have my angel.
The demons are shadows of regret and what ifs
They cling to my back, grasping for air.
They only breathe when I’m in pain.

My angel, he’s one hell of a fighter.
Funny right,
My angel is keeping my demons at bay.
He’s doing a good job, just not good enough.
They are reading this poem, call them Legion.
My angel is flying around waving his flaming sword.
All I can do is say fight, fight, Fight!

My heart and my brain are in the same vessel,
Me.
Like a catipillar and a butterfly,
they are one and the same, but different.
My brain wants to stay and rest,
see he doesn’t believe in love.
My heart is completely different.
My heart loves the outside world,
She has her eyes set on this beautiful...