Gadarene

He did not get my soul without a fight,
But foaming, seething, reeling in my brain,
I bowed to darkness and emerged in light.

My mind was scorched by shadows grown too bright.
The demon smoldered and I roared in pain.
He did not get my soul without a fight.

I caught his throat and squeezed with all my might,
Then found it was my own. He wrenched my chain.
I bowed to darkness and emerged in light.

For years the fever blazed all day and night.
My melted mind picked up the false refrain:
He did not get my soul without a fight.

I wandered without memory or sight,
Through bloodshot moons and scalding desert rain,
I bowed to darkness and emerged in light.

Why should the God-son abdicate his height?
I shied from love too perfect to contain.
He did not get my soul without a fight.
I bowed to darkness and emerged in light.