So many demons coming out to play
Taking advantage of the weakness
A yearly ritual when the winds begin to bite
There's something about the chilly nights
It makes you face yourself
Pulling off the mask you've worn in the light
Letting them out to play
Little monsters that feed on the bitterness
But you can't let them win
You let them out with no return
And go back inside to the warmth
Surrounded by others who have the same fight within
Rejoicing in the strength of letting go
And being bold enough to talk to others
Never unique are we in our struggles
And that's a good thing
Because if one person survived
You will, too