Angel's Disgrace

Beyond my vaguest memory lay the darkest stories told,
Fears beyond my recollection, Terrors that turn blood cold.
Tales of mortal carnage, suicide and pain...
I've beat them down and tuned them out,
So I could live again.
Resurrect I did, though differently no doubt,
For though they're buried deep inside, the demons still want out.
They wrap me in their cold embrace,
And push their soles straight through my face,
Emerging only to disgrace,
The tender soul that fills this space...

I have made room for them to rise,
In my work they're my disguise,
I let them out when the time is right,
After all they are my life.
But they are not obedient.
At my weakest moment I can feel it.
They rise up to take me down,
Silent killers, they don't make a sound.
And all I can do is watch myself drown,
Sinking so deep, I will never be found...