Old demons chase me tonight
Running amok inside my head
They find all the shaddowed places
And snuff out what little light there is
Dissuaded by sleep, this they are not
Music is not their friend either
Coffee will only egg them on so,
Tea is what I’ll be drinking tonight
That and a nice cigarette
I can’t keep them quiet
And I can’t agree with them either
What do I do when nothing makes sense
Except for what is wrong
Do I listen? Or do I ignore?
Do I drink tea, or do I have another smoke?
I will win this small battle,
Even if they think they’ll win the war.