The devil rules the head.

The angel rules the heart.

The oddity is now the truth

Democracy hits its mark.

Fires in the mind will burn

the memories in time.

Enough to shatter all its walls

of anything she hides.

She knows not where.

She knows not how.

She knows she has to run.

But from what she runs away,

she doesn't know nor ask.

Slumber parties with the demon

is all she ask tonight.

For one is better than the many

which are too much to fight.

Add one more demon and she will

be ready to drop and die.

Add no more demons and she will

be ready to break and cry.

She closes her eyes and soon she sees

a fading yellow light 

She turns her head and mumbles to sleep,

"Here's to happy good nights."