They are here again,
Sucking deep into the nectar,
Of that, which is wonderful.
They are here again,
Pushing carts,
Shopping freely,
At my market of beautiful.
They are here again,
Their perfumes reeking,
Of doubts and pains,
Getting implanted,
In my heart and brain.
And there they go,
My demons,
With their carts full,
Of my goods so priceless,
Leaving me numb.
