The one thing I want
is to fly up so high.
Away from the clouds.
Away from the sky.

Away from the troubles.
Away from the night.
Avoiding the danger.
I must take flight.

The fear in my mind,
cannot be compared.
The demons in life,
make everyone scared.

Like fire and water.
Like sky and ground.
When the demons catch you.
You will never be found.

You scream.
You shout.
But if people hear you,
you start to doubt.

You plead to be freed.
You beg for your life.
Your death is certain
whilst under the knife.

You think of your family.
They are all dead.
So you think with your fists,
and not with your head.

You want revenge.
You start the fight.
Then you realize
you won’t last the night.

The snakes slither
through the rocky mounds.
As your torture starts,
you hear the sounds.

It is your wife.
She’s under the knife.
You need to be braver
so you can save her.