There's daemons in the lights, Eli
They're watching me through the mirrors
And stepping in my shoes before me, Eli
The moonlight is a path for their merry souls
That take me on unguided flight
There's daemons in the lights, Eli
That artificial human light!
My steps in darkness up the hill I wander
Through cold and icy spirals of doom
They are watching my soul,Eli
Waiting for a space to break in to
Waiting for a space
There's daemons in the lights, Eli
To break on through...
Will you guide me with heavenly light?
Will you open your wings and be in my sight?
Will you make me feel human again?
Will you take away the pain?
Can you sing a song to give me life?
Can you give it all for me?
Can you tell them that I cannot be taken?
What will it be? Eli?
What will it be?
There's daemons in the lights, Eli
They're watching everything I do,
They step into my life and destroy what they find
I'm not lying to you
They watch me through mirrors and such
And my vulnerable soul they touch
With icy fingers of hell
There's daemons in the lights... Eli....
Author notes
Eli is .. a guardian angel. Just so you know.
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Comments
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very nice poem... but the eli i kno is not an garden angel...
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Hmmm... A very interesting piece. Thoughtful in its own paranoia, the flow and originality help it all come together. Thanks for the entry!


