Your chin rested on my head
I could tell you closed your eyes
Maybe took in the scent of my shampoo

There are days I can't stop thinking about you

Reach into the hole in your head

          follow the trail that consciousness bled
    
     leading you down Paths never trod

               planes never Seen by the eyes of man

     unsullied by preconceptions

or illusion of plan

          the Blood flows and the trail grows

spilling over into Colorless Night.

The demon is back he’s here,
he’s back and he’s deep inside,
defeated the angel who couldn’t handle the ride,
he swallows and consumes all the angels hard work,
leaving him exhausted laying in the dirt,
the darkest battles are inside our head,
and always worse when I get into bed,
I can’t stay awake but too scared to sleep,
laying awake not knowing how to speak,
the nightmares the terrors,
bed left soaking with sweat,
but the demons rise and they aren’t even wet