A piece of my comrade's beautiful expression of human's pain

I am extending a beautiful piece of my comrade's beautiful expression of human's pain.

It captures some parts of me. Indeed, it is a translation of her state of mind and soul. Beauty in the presence of pain.

"Atrophy

By the cover of night, the demons prey
In chronic pain, the languishing physique
bears a soul which grows increasingly weak.
But then help arrives with the light of day
as unknowing angels flit closeby.
But in truth the forces at play are sly...
In these precious hours they're held at bay.
And temporarily, the spirit forgets,
putting aside what loneliness begets.
Soon enough they will come out to play.
As the presence of others wanes, It shines.
Precocious irrationality blurs lines.
Despite reality, be what it may,
unattended, the dark thoughts pervade.
Through the mind, the floods invade.
Though strong, they cannot possibly stay.
Still, this heart will be repeatedly torn;
the psyche, confused, now content, then forlorn."