If I search my subconscious I can find,

the demon that I left behind.

And in her eyes sometimes I see,

the demon that I used to be.

The haunted glimmer in her gaze-

like murder polished by her rage.

The windows lit and terror glazed,

are not familiar; they are the same.

I exorcised him long ago

why he’s there I do not know.

Lying dormant in the snow,

those planted seeds will always grow.

I know for sure within my mind,

the truth that clings ice to my spine:

Within my love I’ve seen the signs,

of the demon that once was mine.