Darling Dementia

Darling dementia, what are you to me?
A dream of a memory, a wish to be free,
A love of the loss the cuts to the core,
Or pathetic and wasted, unwanted whore?
Harness the demons, reel them on in,
They are what guide you, help you begin.
Hate them, or fear them, they are the spice
They keep you alive, stop you turning to ice.
Without them youre naught but an empty shell,
Confined to this life, yet left living in hell.