Ask the demons inside one’s head

That fly, that dart, land on one's bed

With jagged teeth, flashing blades

Wrenched out hearts, in coffins laid

Clawing, gnawing, clasping necks

Swooping coils, shattered wrecks

Beneath the sheets, a breathless calm

Still as death, deflecting harm

A play with words, manipulate

Entice a bird upon one's plate

For sake of vanity and greed

An age-old sadness parodied

A lullaby soothes not the pain

Stroke damp brow, show no disdain

These words, not forked, but true and wise

Do sift the fear, and clear the eyes

Such demons screech, the adage cruel

There is no fool like an old fool