Past Evil

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Demons laying in my bed

Dancing around my head

Touching my face, arms, and neck

They say that these "demons" are from past experiences, 

Experiences as in "addictions"

They make my mouth water

My pulse race

Do I want to go futher?

Just back into that bad place?

Maybe one more time...

For old times sake! 

I know I sound crazy rambling away

But at the last minute I always pull away

I put my mind back straight 

But what if I couldn't one day?

What if my desire to get higher burned to a whole 'nother degree?

Then where will I be?

Back at the sea with nothing but these demons sourrounding me 

 

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