It's Just Your Demons
Wilted petals, Blood lust falls
hard stained cracks, sudden death takes all.
creatures of the night, come out to play
all your demons and horrors coming to ruin your day.
running hard, trying to get free
crawling through vines, slamming into trees
falling to the ground with a bloodcurdling scream
scratches all over your chest that only you can see
you feel it crawling on you, digging into your skin
you can't see it though, cuz it's from within
It feels like a thousand knives embedded in your bones
but no one can hear you scream cuz you're out there alone
you start coughing, and blood drips down your lips
your mouth begins foaming and you start having fits
you feel like theres bugs crawling in your eyes
you're thrashing around while you rake your nails inside
cuts start forming into words on your arms
you read them and they say "What'd you expect Bitch? You were warned"
you may think I'm a sick human being
well you can wake up now ... you were dreaming
I'm sorry I'll stop putting images in your head
next time it'll be for real, and you'll end up dead
All I can say now is I hope you sleep well
I'm really trying to be kind, can't you tell?
Good night darling...
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