i've met quite a few demons in my time,
but these are new.  i don't recognize these ones.
as much as their sickening structures and
their long dark hair tempt me to step up
and say hello, i'm not sure i want to.

as i said before, i've met quite a few demons already,
and i'm satisfied with keeping them alongside me,
keeping me strong when the sun hangs low and
pushing me forward when i've already fallen to the ground.
these demons are my familiars, they are my guardians.
and as much as i try to push them away,
they never let me leave, they stick by my side
no matter what trials i put them through.
and so for that, i will stay loyal to them.

these new figures, though, the ones
that have been lurking in my closet,
peeking in the mirror, hiding in the corner while i dream,
they aren't welcome here.
they aren't the type to stay loyal,
and they aren't the type to help me when i'm at my end.
so they can leave,
they can pack up their bags of numbers and names
and twisted mirrors
and hit the road.
i don't have time for ghosts and demons
who just want to spread their misery.
i have enough of my own, thank you.