Untold Demons

Untold are the secrets I hold

When life is not made of gold

there are blood and bones;

there are demons and darkness


For without you I may not survive

For these untold stories are clawing inside

I was to tell you⁠—

but intentions mean nothing in a world of action

Untold are the stories of demon

Waiting for a chance to kill without treason

To tell them you must see with the soul and not the eye

because to dance with beasts you must penetrate their disguise

In these untold stories darkness hides in many forms

For you are the one to strip the disguise

that hides from sight of the eye

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