The latest cure .....zapine sweet medication

The latest cure . .............zapine this months sweet medication I've found a stopper, a cork, a plug, a device to confine my demons. I have the means to keep them at bay a writ to punish their treasons. I have them bound in chemical shackles a beautiful, blissful, sedation, liberty is found as I bathe in the calm, on the sea of my sweet medication. No longer the crawl of their hunger inside no screams in the night, raising sweat, no longer the empty and aching despair, no longer their tales of regret. Free of them now I swagger, walk tall, from their threats I'm immune and exempt, their demonic curses touch me no more, as I treat them with scorn and contempt. But how long will it last? this magic device, how long will the furies be gaoled? how long will it be, fore this saviour of mine will be mocked as a prison that failed? Will my torment return, seven fold? Maybe ten? Head bursting with voice of disdain? will the demons rise up and conquer the walls of the ramparts, I built against shame. For now I will live with my new peace of mind, I will taste the safe beauty of sane, I will store up the memories of happiness and love until demons come scratching again. And when that day comes, I will face them head on I'll fight them to keep liberation, and as I, succumb to their talons of hate, I will pray for my sweet medication.