I need a holiday of sorts,
See, recently I've been stuck in court,
Persecuted by my own thoughts,
Where I must justify my existence?
With evidence of my resistance?
You see I've been put on trial- 
By demons so vile,
And I need a break... Just for a little while,

Listen I need a mental holiday,
A conversation to take me away,
A defence to keep the demons at bay,
But as the accused,
Can I please be excused?
Or, do I pick up my pen?
Write a witness statement, again?
In hope it will bring an end.

Honestly, I want a retrial,
For my demons that ironically smile,
As the evidence against them compiles,
But I'm the judge, jury and accused,
With these self hating demons infused.
So I open the debate to the floor.
Take a leisurely stroll, out my imaginative door,
Because, on oath, I can't take it anymore.

So session adjourned!
And for those concerned,
I've booked us tickets on a plane, 
A one way trip from mental strain
To a comforting terrain,
In a hope my demons remain-
In this drizzly dark domain
Accused of trespassing in my brain.