Demons of Light

Demons
I stole the shadows of the night
Now they hide in my cup
What if I was the grim reaper
Would you love me so much
I will steal your soul away
And hang it above the torch
Maybe them you will see
Maybe you will learn never to touch

And if the soul was just a feather
One withering without a cleaver
And all you have is now
But your faith in now is fowl
If the days grow colder
And your nights go sobber
If you slept alone
And woke up to many souls

What if you were the devil
But always saw good as evil
What if the nights were the knights
And the days were the real fright
What if,
What if you were your own demon.

Crawling through the night
Searching for no soul but yours
Blood dripping from lips
Of wretched depths of yours
Drinking from wasted men of lust
Sucking them dry of blood
Demons of the same fright
Leading the gullible to Manning bright
Angels of dark
Shiner than light
Demons of night
Now walk in the light
A talk with the soul
Tête-à-tête.

Yours truly MerciRick