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Feb 2014
Don't look outside,
It's fire and rain.
Block your ears,
If you want to stay sane

The demons, they crawl
and fly and roar
They're looking in the windows
They're coming through the floor

You can't escape them
They have their hold on you
You can try and run
But soon they're in your head

You're not yourself,
You're depressed and sad
You have a rage you can't contain
You have anger you can't tame.

The demons, they whisper
they tell you things to make you afraid
You're gone, gone from earth
You transported to space

You can't control anything
It's like it's left to chance,
But soon nothing is worth it
Your life is left to a trance

The demons, they cut you
They slice you and burn you
They pull your hair
They fill you with despair
Fight if you dare,
But you don't even care

They wear you down to the core
They drain happiness out of every pore
Your brain is blank
And your insides are at war

Your slipping down, down through the floor,
Where the demons originally came from
There's nothing left to care for
So you let them win,
Your head starts to spin
The thought of what you're about to do
At least it's not them, but you
You can only control this one thing
The shot fires with a ring,
and you start to sink,
down,
     down,
Down to meet your demon king.


(a.f.c)
Angela Campbell
Written by
Angela Campbell  Hull, MA
(Hull, MA)   
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   amrutha and Aleska Servian
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