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Demon
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July 2010
Always breathing behind my back, ghoulish reflection all mangled in the screen,
break all mirrors so leaving is never an option, traffic light for him is always green,
reach out from under my bed, grab hold of my leg with it's foreboding arm,
it always seems to stay silent, right before the storm.
It comes when I least expect it, red eyed with horrible intentions,
my spine will freeze, and all my tendons will snap from the tension,
I fear for my life, yet I am not afraid of this demon,
looked in my thoughts, dreams, room and you; much little else to determine.
I want to be saved, but I have no hero to help me,
I choose to be myself, it's safer in order to be happy,
if I lose myself, the memories will gladly fade like unheard S.O.S.'s,
if I were to address a situation such as us, it would be better to take quesses.
Demon, demon, make my wish,
take me away, from all of this,
I'm tired of sleeping in, I'm tired of waking up alone,
I'm far too baked, to call the devil from my phone.
