Demons are only real because we create them;
Because we plant them there and water them;
Because we inherit them;
We breed the insanity; feed the flames.

We embrace them,
Like they're the only friends we've got;
The only ones who stuck.
We hate them, but we love them to stay,

And keep us company,
Because if not, there'd only be emptiness;
Emptiness that begins to rot inside you,
And drives you straight to the devil himself.