Betrothed to My Demons / My Unspoken Clutch / Temperance

Betrothed to My Demons: Fiddled

I no longer melt,

or cry,

or sing.

I’ve become my greatest fear.

They say that the mind

is the key that will find,

A thought that just might cohere.

But I’ve lost that spark they call sanity.

I no longer blush as she sighs.

I’m better,

my dear,

my words hardly cohere.

But it’s better than watching her eyes.

So she never loved me

I never loved her

And I move on with many-a-reason

As I think of the day

that you went away;

The day I,

was betrothed to my demons.