Feeding Demons (Remastered)

A haunting gothic folk ballad sung by a lone female voice, The lyrics describe meeting inner demons as old companions, each with a story and emotion—betrayal, insecurity, trauma, loneliness, self-destruction, The music begins sparse with soft piano and ambient textures, slowly building with cello, acoustic guitar, and subtle dark choir harmonies, Emotive, poetic, and cinematic, Introspective and healing rather than aggressive, Tempo slow and deliberate

please be patient, if you need my time You'll have to wait my dear companions here are hungry, and their nourishment my fate. would you like to meet my demons? I keep them hidden here away, as most would try to kill them I've learned its much better letting them stay. this one here is the first i met, I find most know her well her name is sweet betrayal and she can take you straight to hell but what most folks never care to learn Is there's gift she offers too once you know you keep her fed she no longer eats at you. this one here is insecure, in both personality and name I feed her kindness by the cup but I never serve her shame. should I make the sad mistake of giving just a tiny taste it might take years to bring her back, and I don't have years to waste. this one here is trauma, how it screams and squeals you'll never stop living with it but brings a friend called Empathy who miraculously heals some say Trauma is a burden, and I suppose that might be true but I can't imagine who I'd be without or how I would have grew this one is self destructive and as I've come to be aware, she is kept from doing harm by acknowledging she is there I keep her on a steady diet of things that reassure for you'll find behind the mask of rage she looks just like insecure I call this one loneliness it's not all it may seem this me brought me poetry, taught me appreciation and why to not be mean I sat with this one many years, I'd never put her on a shelf, for she taught me how to enjoy silence and how to love myself. these my demons you have met, ill admit i have some more. but everyone has at least a few, hid behind the closet door. ill let you meet some more of mine if I can meet a few of yours with you we won't pass judgment, my friends and I on what the may imbue.

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