2.06

 A knock on the door

Who could it be

Someone special

Not one, not two, not there

But four

Four times a knock

What to do

What to say

I can't even walk

Curious and afraid

The demons woke up

I told them to go back to sleep

They wouldn't listen

While they moved as a shade

Whoever is at the door

I tell them

Go away

They're coming

The knocks get louder

Everything is ringing

But I can hear a new voice

It's asking for help

I try to stop them

But it's no use

The door is opened

With a swift motion 

There's no one there anymore

Except the silence of an absence

As I go back to my room

I hear the crunches

And the nibbles

The red drops on the floor

A warm stench that it's hard to distinguish

I pretend I don't notice

I might look like this

But I'm still one of them.

No,

That's a lie

They're a part of me

As I lie here in this rosen bed bathed by the sun

I wonder

A book in my hand

A glass in the other

What is our true nature

Am I more of them

Are they more of me

Is this is even a battle for dominion?

I never believed in ANGELS and DEMONS

Not in the conventional sense

Because there's no magic in me

My fire is run out

That's why all I can do is tell

Pointlessly yell

Go away

Go away

But they're not the ones going away

I am

I am the one the drifting off

Any Friday night

I could disappear

Be up and gone

And no one would notice

I prepared things this way

It'll always have to be on a Friday

They're never easy

On a Friday night

One of them will finally swallow me whole

And the tiny piece of fire in me

Will give birth to a piece of coal

A tiny one

Just enough to leave a mark behind

My world wasn't filled with fire

The lords and gods kept that to themselves

But for a while

The brightest light shone through me

My little piece of sun

My OSA.