Do you see my demons do you hear them weep?
Do you hear my screams as they wake me from my sleep?
Do you see my sins etched upon my soul,
or the shame in my spirit that fills me with woe?
Can you feel my emptiness does it echo at your name,
do you feel my angel that keeps me very tame?
Or do you feel my passion does it light that dwindling flame,
Is it this pleasurable elation that keeps you so insane?
Karen Hayward ©2016