Betwix

I’ve encountered six demons in my head on the way out of bed.
They’ve pulled me in, all limbs, telling me where I should have been,
and I told them lies, telling them that I’ll be alright,
That’ll be back quite soon, to reconcile myself with them. 

I’ve met them in my youth, and I’ve kept them here as proof, I’m not crazy.
They’ve consumed me, ever so smoothly, like nothing was ever easier than that.
And they tell me things that never get me by, they’re cynics, they’re mine.
They tell me what I must, they tell me what I can’t.

I’ve heard their names are Odia, Tristia, Inuidia, Cupidita, Timor, and Dolor.
They’ve spoken to me in every single way, and follow me throughout the day, 
and they whisper, they shout, they touch, and they hit me, softly, roughly, any.
Oh, I can never beat them, no, I will never beat them. 

The are the beasts that consume me.
They are everything that is wrong.
The are everything I’m not.
They are everything I am.

I’ve heard of six angels exist, to deprave those like me of these demons.
They’ve saved many, they say that they can save me,
and maybe they can, maybe they will, maybe I don’t have to run.
They can save me, they say.

I’ve been told that they come with birth, and are called and come forth.
They’ve been given a duty to be the heroes of the battles, wars,
and they always live up to that title, that glory, that pride. 
They come out the victors. 

I’ve hoped, I prayed, come my angels.
They’ve said their names every so subtly in the breath of the wind,
and they go by Amo, Felicia, Pieta, Humilita, Fortiter, Beata,
They are the foils of the demons that work to destroy me.

They are the foils that will save me from evil
They are everything they’re not.
They are everything I am.
They are everything I’m not.