Demons
My demons inside are trying to escape; there is no easy way to accept this fate.
Everyday I fell like I’m living in hell; I will keep trying to break the spell.
Into the afterlife I soon will go; everyone around me obviously knows.
This life is not easy but in a complicated way; people surround you and beg you to stay.
Without knowing the truth; you take a plunge into the afterlife that soon becomes home to you; you finally see that this is the way that it was not meant to be.
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