Clearing The Monsters

You sit upon a broken chair,
Don't you move, you wouldn't dare.
They tell you exactly what to do,
Never know what they'll say to you.

The pills you swallow cannot fight
These monsters who just laugh in delight.
They inhabit the spaces inside your head,
Making the cobwebs into unstable beds.

I sit across the room from you,
You stare not at me, but right on through.
I wave my hand in front of your face,
But it's glazed over with a thick black lace.

I can almost hear them in your mind,
Becoming one with your thoughts, intertwined.
And I narrow my eyes at the little demons,
Who have robbed you of all your feelings.

See, when you went completely insane,
Everyone said you were the one to blame.
But I knew it wasn't you at all,
It was the monsters inside you making the calls.

Thousands of them screaming and fighting,
I know you're sick of all their ruthless biting.
So I move myself right next to your chair,
Because suffering alone is simply not fair.

And I just wait patiently for your head to clear,
My love will drive away all your fear.
I'll give you all my sight and stealth,
Until you smile at me, completely yourself.