my inner demons are awaiting to shatter your anima with cacophonous whispers and shrieks from their bad foul maws
they are lurking into the shrubs as its branches creeps onto the ground anticipating your arrival on the crepuscular side of the train track
they are lingering into the dark as they rub their hands together, formulating the perfect crime scheme to strangle your throat with words you've left unspoken
so be aware, my darling, for they are biding their time for your arrival be careful yourself out there, for they want you to be **as dead as a doornail
because someone made me feel mad and so i wrote this...