That fancy Latin name is just a blind
A Life's Potential
Thinking With Demons
Come step into my nightmares.
They’re really bright and warm.
The demons here are drowsy.
They won’t mean you any harm.
Now you will have to trust me
When I say they are subdued.
Reassured now? Here we go.
The rest’s a little crude.
Abuse is such a common word.
That’s used for many crimes.
I bore my mother’s wrath for years.
Please read between the lines.
Her demon beat me every day.
It couldn’t leave me be.
Her demon gnawed upon my soul.
Her demon lived with me.
For years my mother’s hatred grew
But then we talked and cried.
Till now she says she’s sorry.
So that demon’s gone and died.
Mistrust is such a common word.
It’s used for many crimes.
I bore my father’s lies for years.
Please read between the lines.
My father’s demon stole my pride.
It drank itself unstable.
It ate his girlfriends one by one.
It lurked under my table.
His demon threw my lovers out
In angry, jealous rage.
My father died, his demon slept.
I’ve locked him in a cage.
Divorce is such a common word.
It’s used for many crimes.
Married twice but now I’m free.
Please read between the lines.
My husbands’ demons are the last.
They knew just where to aim.
One trashed the very best of me.
One drove me quite insane.
One demon had no confidence
So sucked on mine for years.
One stole my child, I got him back.
The worst of all my fears.
One day I screamed - I’VE HAD ENOUGH!
My husbands’ demons fled.
They’re chained inside the cellar now.
Asleep or nearly dead.
Tragedy’s a common word.
It’s used for many crimes.
These demons cannot hurt me now.
Please read between the lines.
I will not feed these demons.
They don’t belong to me.
One day I’ll send them home again.
For now I’ll leave them be.
Now this would seem a tragic tale
But listen for a while.
These demons made me who I am
And now they make me smile.
