Feast for Demons
They feast on you,
They devour every inch of your mind
They pick apart your soul,
They leave you to die
They are demons,
They inhabit your body
They tell you you're worthless,
They say you are insignificant
They show you your faults,
They unveil them for the first time
They scream during the day,
They whisper at night
They see you as a meal,
They feed on your repentance
They are your monsters,
And they won't let you go
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