His Demons

His demons never tire nor do they spare,
They set foot at his door in the sun sets,
'' Just a little, you know we need each other,''
'' This time only and we part for good''

He gives himself to them,
They grab him and depart for Mars,
Hallucinations, concentration, addiction,
His gifts from his gods, from the heaven he abodes.

And when he awakes in his bed, beaten and starving,
he boasts of the previous night,
'' The conquer at dusk, the mighty lord of the night,
I walk into the fire and all it consumes me not''

His demons stare and laugh at their ensnared,
They know his harvest has been eating him up,
last year he weighed ninety this year nineteen,
even the blind can see how deceived he is.

Three months later it's too late, the mighty become, the late,
They say, '' The smoke was too much, the wine too strong''
Maybe it's true, maybe he could neither see nor listen to his angels,
But all I know is that his demons kissed the life out of him.