when they've been there for me

In the corridors of my mind, they tread, Demons walking hand in hand, a parade of dread. Whispering chaos, they dance in the dark, Fueling the flames that might leave a mark. They're the guardians of my heart's sacred land, Rising in defense, an unyielding band. When anger seeps through, they unleash their might, A spectacle of mahem, a fearsome sight. Yet, when kindness blinds with its deceptive light, They shield my emotions, protect me with their fight. In their paradox, both destruction and defense, They serve as my armor, my heart's recompense.