We‘re fighting demons tonight!
Do you know you‘re demons?
Do you hang out with them?
Have a talk and let the souls leak?
„We‘re fighting demons tonight“, my witch giggles. „With iced coffee at midnight.“
Do you know where your demons hide?
Because, they‘re not easy to spot.
They sit in the heart,
right where it‘s broken.
They fill in a hole.
„We‘re fighting demons tonight!“, I agree with my witch. „With iced coffee at midnight.“
„They stole our ice cream.“
We‘re fighting demons tonight!
But why are we fighting?
Why not let them be?
Why not let them fill in the hole?
To be the last anchor in a broken world?
Why not let them comfort the wound?
Let them collect the shards?
And drink the blood,
so that no one drowns?
„We‘re fighting them tonight!“, my witch reminds me.
Because they told us to store a bottle of wine on the nightstand.
Because they always want to know if we‘re sure about switching the light off at night.
Because they ask us why we did not leave the radio on, when returning to an empty home.
They the wound with an evil smirk.
Convincing you to run a marathon the following day.
I‘m fighting demons tonight,
because I need back my strength.
I need back my heart,
with all the wounds it carries.
I need back my voice,
to speak and scream and sing.
„I need back my pain,
because it‘s all mine!“
I don‘t want to mend the wounds,
to collecht the shards,
and hide the blood.
I‘m fighting demons tonigh, because I need to live for real again.
Mistress witch writes 