untitled

in the loneliest hour
when the demons devour
in the cleanest space
the truth u face
disgust on my face
the words melt as my footsteps pace
friend
lover
who is this person who i discovered
they come
they go
but the roots are implanted in the soil
no more noise and no more drama
but yet in my loneliest hour
lonely doesn't exist
life is joy and beautiful bliss
no more stressing over this
but yet the demons are caged and don't devour
cuz at the end of the day god has the power