In the dark corridor of his mind,
That’s where he found her. Waiting patiently for him to see the light.
She danced in the light, was quiet in the shade;
And when she was in trouble, she didn’t even know it. So she sought out his sweet relief.
His demon was her, but she was also the light, his saviour.
He had other demons too, but they were his own to deal with in time.
He sought her too, for sweet relief.
But her relief was bitter as well.
Bittersweet, that’s what she was.
And his pain was deep,
But her relief was pure.
This all happened everywhere, all at once. Up and down through the spectrum of time.