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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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