Where Demons Hide

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale

I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

At the curtain's call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Don't want t let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't want t hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come


2. Cause - The Park

Phi Williams perched on the edge of a clumpy wooden bench. Its position in the big green space around was quite idiotic. She was right in the way of everybody there. Her black dress fell halfway to her thigh, but with her long, golden hair falling in gentle waves around her delicate-looking face, she had the look of what some might describe to be a fallen angel. Her back hunched forward, and her shoulders moved up and down slowly. To anyone looking at her from behind, they might think she was laughing, but Phi’s bestie, Hanna, knew better.

“Please come home now, Phi,” Hanna said, plonking herself down gracelessly on the bench. All Phi did was shake her head slowly. Her shoulders had stopped moving, but silent tears still ran down her face in continuous rivulets.
 Without looking at Hanna, she whispered, “This was her favourite place, you know. She used to come here when there was something troubling, when she was happy, or when she just wanted to pause for a moment and watch life go by. That was always her motto – however tough things get, no matter what happens, one thing always remains the same through everything. Life goes on.”

Hanna wrapped an arm around Phi. “Ow!” she cried out, as a blue-white spark jumped up at Hanna. “I think you just game me an electric shock!” Phi just about managed to give a feeble smile, but at least she wasn’t crying any more. Hanna’s goal had been achieved.


 “That’s been happening a lot recently,” murmured Phi. “I think it must be this new cardigan I bought. I only got it because it looked good with the dress. I doubt I’ll ever wear it again. Hopefully I won’t ever have to wear it again, because that would mean… that would mean that someone else had…” Another silent trickle ran down Phi’s cheek as she bent her had over her lap again. “I’m sorry. I just can’t bring myself to say that word… Not yet…”


 “It’s okay,” Hanna said, quietly enough that Phi was the only other person in the park who could hear it. “Nobody expects you to be able to say it. Nobody expects you to come to terms with it for a long while.”

“How did you do it?” Phi asked. She would never have asked such a personal question to anyone but Hanna, well, except maybe her mum, but she and Hanna had something really special. They were closer than friends, more like sisters, really. “How did you come to terms with it?”

“I don’t think I ever really did. I just learnt to accept the fact that sitting around moping was neither getting me anywhere, nor what my parents would have wanted me to do. If they’d have been able to see me, they would have said, ‘Get up Hanna Wynnow. Go to school, get you’re a-Levels, then you can go to Law School like you always planned.” They wouldn’t have wanted me to put my life on hold for them. And anyway, getting my a-levels feels like I am doing something for them. Something to pay homage to all they did for me.”

Phi looked up at her best friend. “Have you ever considered motivational speaking as a career option? You’d be as rich as hell in a few years. I’d forgotten how good your pep talks are. I didn’t think I could deal with this on my own, and then I remembered that as long as I have you, I will never be on my own.”


“Of course not, silly, “said Hanna, ruffling Phi’s elegant, golden locks. “Remember that when my parent’s died, your mum looked after me like I was one of her own. She meant a lot to me too.”


“I know. I’m so stupid, and so selfish. I’ve been drowning in my own self-pity, forgetting that I’m not the only person who’s been affected by her death. The only difference is that your parents died in a car crash. You had bodies that you could bury or cremate, and know that they’ve been laid safely to rest. I don’t know where my mum’s body is. All I have to bury is an empty coffin filled with personal items that hold only sentimental value.”

At this Phi couldn’t hold it in anymore. She broke down into Hanna’s arms. Immense sobs wracked her whole body.


A flutter that sounded suspiciously like huge wings being flapped made Hanna start. If only it was Phi’s guardian angel, she thought. Sadly, such things do not exist. If they did, I wouldn’t be in this situation right now.


Staring down at the two girls on the bench was a boy of about seventeen. From a distance, his eyes looked black or at least dark brown, but up close, you could see that they were an unusual shade of violet. With a glance down and the world around him, huge shadows of wings became invisible on the wall behind him, as he pushed off the ground with muscular legs, and took of into the limitless possibilities of the sky…

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