In the corners of a restless mind,
Where shadows play and dreams unwind,
Lurk demons, silent yet profound,
In whispers soft, their truths are found.
They dance upon the fears untamed,
In fiery eyes, their presence claimed,
Yet in their gaze, a mirror lies,
Reflecting truths we oft disguise.
Through darkness deep, they guide the way,
To realms where hidden sorrows sway,
In knowing them, we find our light,
In shadows cast, we gain our sight.
Embrace the demons, fierce yet fair,
In their embrace, a soul laid bare,
For in their dance, we learn to see,
The strength within our own frailty.