A Cynical Reply to a Demon's Mind

A cynical reply, detonate, dangerous, to a demon's mind. In a sense I get it, it's deep Noah's ark trip, like the lost got you heartless, yet despite it, you made me apart from this. You are trapped in your own mind, demon's have you thinking on their time.
It's a process, no recess that has you feeling nothing but ill at your best, you hesitate, but don't evaluate, math class, its a test. Don't fall to it like the rest, raveled spaghetti, don't stress, progress!
No loss, it's my cynical reply to a demon's goodbye although we tried, vault of no emotion has you tied. l
Like a desert in the heat, you run from defeat got you losing sleep
It's a prayer for a sinner not a Saint, you can but you ain't, with the demons in your mind I wait, demonstrate. Its not too late.
The wave caught the vibe, closed doors, closed mouths, closed pride, I feel it yet it won't subside. It shakes you, roll tide, be humble it's just one side.
The puzzle isn't clear, your cloudy, mad distracted, demons never disappear. The aftermath has no fear, no understanding plays here. The cynical mind plays no fair, distorts the vision without a care, write them off if you dare, like a Saint doing time yet im there. Find how to translate, to the cynical heir, you're never alone, it's in the air. Bury your demons, it's out of season, here's your prayer.