The upturned milk crate holds my demon.
It rattles and shakes with ferocity,
But I won't let it escape.
I've kept it shut away for years.

The demon's red-hot form caused the milk crate to
Melt. Now only its total destruction can set him free,
But once he's let out he can't be captured again.
I'm not ready to let him loose.

Lately though the devil has been calm
And it might be time to set him free,
It's too late to do it myself.
I need a guide through this operation.

Someone to hold my hand
As I face the demon I fear,
Someone to help me if it tears me apart,
And someone to hold me when it's all over.