demons, they chase us,
demons, they race us,
the fear in our eyes,
we dont realize,
crushes us like were in a vice,
from our own departing souls,
emerge many screaming ghouls,
"we need help" they cry,
while they scream into your eye,
"you will die",
they pry and pry,
at our failures,
until they realize the days yours.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
demons, they chase us,
demons, they race us,
the fear in our eyes,
we dont realize,
crushes us like were in a vice,
from our own departing souls,
emerge many screaming ghouls,
"we need help" they cry,
while they scream into your eye,
"you will die",
they pry and pry,
at our failures,
until they realize the days yours.
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