My Demons
Don’t come any further
Or I’ll kill her
I’ll jam it in fast and hard
Haha, it’ll leave more than a scar
I am the voice that isn’t real, but has great ideas
I’ll keep her down
And not make a sound
I am the darkness you can’t see
Always destroying your dreams
Never seen, always felt
The fire waiting
for you to melt.
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