Demons.

Parts of me are undiscovered,

parts of  me are dark,

parts of me are like under the bed,

it's where my demons make their mark.

I have this empty feeling,

I have these dark thoughts,

each time my demons rise,

they mark themselves with knots.

Knots in my stomach,

a hole in my heart,

my demons they are feisty,

they eat me part by part.

But, who woke these demons awake?

who let  them crawl into my land?

well, it shouldn't be hard to battle them,

after all, I've fought with your loss, before-hand.