I’ve grown weary of fighting the demons,
in the battle for my soul;
my life is losing direction,
almost void now of meaning and goals.
The addictions I conquered so long ago,
have risen from the ash;
to feed the fires of torment,
around which the demons dance.
And as they beckon me to surrender,
I can smell their fetid breath;
I see purgatory in their eyes,
I can hear their song of death.
I wonder if peace will finally come,
if I lay down and close my eyes;
and abandon the fight for survival,
and let the demons take me to die.
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