Crash Out?

I love when my demons think they still have room to go…
As if my heart hasn’t showcased that it continues to grow.

Grow beyond their wildest attempts to shut it down…
A beating that has become nothing less than renown.

I march to the sound of nothing other than me…
Which as long as I am around you will see.

I no longer crash out because I landed in peace long ago…
Which is a fact that only my demons and darkness really know.

Their desperate tries…
Shows through their no longer glistening eyes…
There is nothing and no one that I more heavily despise.