In silence and fear,
For the demons of darkness
Had driven him here.
They cut his heart
Right out of his chest,
Making him believe
That the demons knew best.
They were always there,
Sometimes just out of sight,
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right.
These demons were destructive,
Knocking down the life He knew,
Hating everything about him;
He hated himself, too.
These demons can’t be seen,
But they’re far from fairy tales.
They live inside your mind;
Their evilness prevails.
So on the bridge he stood,
About to end the fight.
Then he stopped and thought
I’ll fight them one more night.
Richard Writes. 