You, Your Demons and I

Again, this is young and rough.

You, Your Demons and I

You, your demons and I,

trapped between these godforsaken walls,

somewhere west of Hell.

You scream at me and I scream at paper.

You are weak.

And you throw your weakness all at me.

But I will remain silent

To you. You do not (and would not) understand.

Your only words are those that kill.

Hope, Love and Family.

A Joke.