The demons confide
All that they hide
To the listener they find…

All secrets found out,
No longer in doubt.

All spirits be broken,
Here is your token –
Your hatred has
Now been found.

Confide in me
All your pleasures
And your dreams.
Show me your
Promises left unkempt.

Confide in me
All your horrors within –
How ungracefully
You have stepped.

Complain to me
About every thorn.
Every person in your way.

Complain to me
Of unfulfilled dreams,
Of plans all gone astray.

All your demons
Come to tell me
Of unfairness bold
With no meanings…

Tell of complaints
On either side:
Nowhere to run,
Nor to hide.

To the listener
Do they confide.