My Demon
I fear my pride, my pride is being crushed,
And my legacy shushed,
I fear it will never be told.
By this thing deep down,
And yet all around,
I fear I can’t escape from its hold
It ravishes all of the good,
And steals all that it could
I fear it will won’t leave me a thing
I can’t reach out a hand
Cause no one understands
I fear my heart is numbing
So what do you do
When there’s no one there for you
I fear only the demon is knowing
The demon in my head
And keeps me awake in my bed
And slaves me with my own gloom
But the demon welcomes me home,
Promises I won’t be alone,
And I fear I will be joining it soon.
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