I look into your eyes.
What are you hiding?
What dark secrets? What pain? I move closer
and brush your hair with my gentle fingers.
I burn: I wish I could
seize demons torturing your soul
and crush them, slay them, leave no trace or memory.
Alas, I know it would not make you happy
Another's help will never set you free.
They wait for you to face them
in the darkness
To face them, slay them, win -- or fall --
ALONE
