Battling demons every day in a never ending war, Each and every one cut down seems to just spawn more. Celebrating each push back distracts from the objective, Meaning they regroup and attack from all sides so no matter the perspective, Overwhelmed by monsters and no matter which to fight I choose, Their ever evolving attacks almost guarantees I'll lose. Whilst they pin me down and crawl atop from all directions, I catch a glimpse of the devil except I'm watching my own reflection. Climbing atop and overwhelming me are Satan's servants: Fatigue, Sadness and Anxiety feeding Nightmares like they're its parents. Between this cloud of evil gleams a ray of light, Whilst light exists above I'll fight them back with all my might!