A Fight To The End

We all struggle with a demon
The reality of yours is mine
Battling the confines of the concubine
Intimacy so delicate
Filament remains slightly decayed
As a red washes over
When will this all be over
Because I've known love
Because I've perceived love
Because I've never held love
In the richest and purest form
The quest is always fabricated
To the end from the beginning
No middle ground in sight
I never give up without a fight