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Red glare on the layer of rain abve the dark street,
lets me know not to move forward just stay still on both feet,
paralyzed by the fear that if I move the demons that creep in the shadowy sidelines might get me,
life has its own rewards along with tickets and fines,
decide to look left and move towards the demons,
whats the world just missing another son or brother,
feet being grabbed but for once I do not fear,
since finally I will face them instead of only being able to hear,
sick of the scratching and feeling of being followed,
if this came in pill form it'd be too much to swallow.