Angels

I fight the demons every day now that I get up It's getting hard but I try The worst the demons done is set upon me, vulnerable Pushing me about until I cry At night I struggle with the dreams and things of nightmares That the demons send me while I am asleep And in the morning when I look into the mirror I fight the demons while I brush my teeth and I say... This wasted shell of mine is weaker than it was before How much can one believer take It tries my patience and it throws my logic out the door Til I can no longer relate One day I'll step onto the deck and look before me At a world that is alien to see But then again, I've noticed that the looks I get Are saying that the alien is me and they say... Sometimes the lights play tricks on my eyes I have to close my mind But if the lights are out the demons return That's when reality lies...