We say our demons are bad
We are told not to side with them
The rules are in place
To keep us from straying away
These demons that sit on my shoulder
That wander in my head
Tell me to go the other way
Say to take a walk down the other road
Make me question
Make me rebel
I feel a fiery pit in my stomach
as I look down the road
All the others are there
But should I stay here?
I am not to side with the demon on my shoulder
For it will do me no good
Except I can't help but feel a sense of wonder
A curiosity that pulls me the other way
An overwhelming of desire
Making me crumble onto the other side
You say not to listen to the demon in my head
But it has a way of drawing me in
With a crisp language that will never fail to entice me

B.Y.