In Concert
Live and loud and lusty chords
Screamed all my demons loose
Today they’ve traveled too far gone
Leaving me drained, of little use
I’m not supposed to love them
But we’ve danced together long
Those devils fill out empty skin
Feeding my organs, fueling song
The only way to woo them back
Is to stay boring still and wait
In silence they show up again
Come nightmares nuzzle, face to face
-a.r.
Demon oil painting, artist unknown
sometimesihatemycat 
I would love to be one of your demons
Nuzzling with my demons is not as sexy as it sounds. 😉 But they do bring creativity and inspiration along so I use them for the “gifts” they bring me. I went to a heavy metal concert for my birthday and it always quiets my demons for a few days, but then I miss them so I get quiet and invite them back in. 🙂
Smiling
It’s probably not your speed, but check out In This Moment’s Big Bad Wolf…that is my own version of the fairy tale that you so wonderfully made your own, on Halloween. That’s who I saw…the song reminded me, sort of, of your Halloween post. I think your wolf’s alter ego, and mine, may not get along so well. 😉
Smiles. Interesting. A little too metal for me.
I am not sure I have an alter ego. RD is rather me. Laughing.
Yes, I know…I meant the wolf’s alter ego of wanting to be the prince, my wolf’s alter ego of wanting to tear it all down. Our wolves may not be so compatible. 😉 And yes, I figured too hard for you…but they are my “Lana.” I love lots of music, but this infects me…
Ah. That was too clever for me. So my wolf’s alter ego is wanting to be the the prince? Perhaps there is truth.
Yes. I love lots of different kinds of music. Yet we find something that touches us at a certain point. Sometimes it stays with us forever.
Yes, it seems my love of this music has been with me since birth…or perhaps just 8 years old…when I noticed it made rage beautiful, still does I guess. Not so much fantasy now huh, I bring mess and metal with me wherever I go. Thanks for chatting this Saturday morning, afternoon for you I guess.
Music is a rich seam in my life too. It makes emotional pain beautiful too. The sun has broken through the grey and called me to sweep leaves. The last discarded plumage of summer. Have a good day, lovely April