Why are all these thoughts so believable
If it's not remotely possible
To be friends, in a metaphorical sense
With the demons that reside in the corners of existence?
If they control
They run you aground
Exact a toll
So dark and profound
Maniacally stable
Contained and directed
Surprisingly capable
Attuned and unaffected
Ingest the poison
And hope you'll survive
So tell me how
Has this become my life?
Take me through this night
I've got so much to do
When we get home
I'll stop abusing you
Strike a chord that you find relatable
To find the anchor real and attainable
Don't let the storm drag you down into that hole
So dark and profound