Demons

Your demons are mine now

I want to hold you and then hug you,

Till you become like me.

Bright, shiny and happy.

Complete.

And even if that means,

that I'll have to hold you,

When you can't hold yourself together,

That's something I'd willingly do.

I'd willingly make slow, soft love to your wounds.

Till your demons hide in mine.

And our demons become one.

And then, let's get ovet them together.