My Demons

My demons are my friends,
They protect me from you.
You say you understand me,
But I don't think you do.

Spitting poison at my feet,
Then tell me its water.
Your lies are coming undone,
Soon you'll be a lamb to the slaughter.

My demons see you for what you are,
They tell me to stay away from the fire.
You offer salvation, when there is none,
It's another game with your twisted desires.

I like my demons, the compassion they show,
Even if they make the temperature drop,
They will follow you and the guilt you carry,
You will be reminded of until your heart stops.