The Daemon

To all the girls I thought I loved: I painted that picture out of my mind.
I won’t apologise – the water’s past the bridge beneath.
Where the spirit talked and I was dumb, now I’ll shout it all comes back to me.

How could I talk of love when I didn’t know myself?
The beast, taboo, would stalk inside.
Do you care for the stable?
The darkest horse is not so dull to ride.

And tonight, tonight, the daemon sleeps.
Tonight, tonight, the daemon lies.

Just swallow the line and see the world more clearly.
All it does, I know, is flatten out terrain.
Who needs another addiction?
It’s better to talk in love than cry in shame.

I’m tired of hearing other women’s names who I don’t love.
I’m tired of all the useless bloody tears and, God above,
I’m tired, but I’m trying to make it right.

Tonight, tonight, the daemon sleeps.
Tonight, tonight, the daemon lies.
I should say that I’d not weep if one day the monster dies.

The Daemon

Jason Moses

Sai Kung, Hong Kong

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Another song, written in 2005/2006. This is the first I’ve written about depression.

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