a chorus ’round the pyre

i cannot quiet all the voices inside my head;
they all tell me all the things i so truly dread.
pictures of the past these voices vividly paint
to taunt my current state of emotional restraint.

they chain my heart and mind to uncertainty,
telling me all these newfound hopes will go badly.
i brave their streams of sound, fighting my demons,
and losing every time i get pierced by their talons.

i start a fire to chase away the biting cold,
yet the flames run amok, and they can’t be controlled.
the heat creep up my spine and consume my all flesh,
and when all the smokes clear, i am but dust and ash.

i start a fire to chase away the present darkness,
yet the flames run wild way beyond my awareness.
the blaze smites my eyes, leaving nothing but empty holes,
and when all this is over, i have been blinded from my goals.

i cannot quiet all the voices inside my head
though I’ve tried, the angels’ songs have long faded.
the demons now sing in chorus, their voices loud
and clear, charming me as my reasons they becloud.

i start a fire to chase away all the demons,
yet the flames are their friend, and more of them are summoned.
and now they gather ’round the pyre, drinking and singing
as they offer me the blade that i now find enchanting.