Angels and Demons
I. Angels
Light bleeds in through the windows
on the worst days,
shining through the darkest times
like a sign of something you can’t name.
A coldness fills the empty room
but a comforting warmth moves through it,
something watching
in both joy and gloom.
When the pain wraps tight and shadows fall
and everything seems lost in haze,
when the night stretches on too long
and the future feels far away —
you’re not alone.
There’s always something close behind.
A cry echoes through the empty halls,
mourning for a life now gone.
A question of the meaning of it all.
And then another cry, down that same hall —
a newborn’s welcoming wail.
A new soul arrives to answer the call.
They walk beside us with our heartbeats.
They care for the sick and the poor.
They bring comfort and peace
then fade like they were never here,
wiping tears, healing wounds,
wrapping us in their arms.
Angels walk among us.
We just cannot always see.
II. Demons
Life bleeds in through the shadows,
a closing in of darkest times,
a sign of suffering hidden from view.
A coldness fills the burning mind,
a place where no dream survives.
Something moves in from a distant time.
When memories rush in like shards of glass
and you’re lost in a burning haze,
when the fires sear your thoughts
and everything starts to unravel —
remember nightmares aren’t real.
Just haunted echoes of what was.
A cry down an empty hallway.
The bad dreams return once more.
A ghost that won’t fade away.
They walk behind us in our fears,
distorting what we knew,
exposing every insecurity
we tried so hard to bury.
Demons distort our reality.
They always have.