Cold, Cold World

It's poem off the top of my head and it pretty much depicts how I view the world.

It's a cold cold world
with dragons all around,
their wings flap brutally
making screeches with their scaly throats.
The demons fly
like gargoyles at night,
they take many shapes and forms
such as words to sentences to voices.
They take in all your hope
and swallow without chewing,
They break your spirit
and devour your courage.
The few sprites that follow you
try to take care of your mind,
They give you the hopes and dreams
you need to survive in this cold world.