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DEMONS IN MY BEDROOM

I can’t get to sleep at night for fear of what I see,

There is definitely something strange happening to me.

I see Demons in my bedroom dancing round my bed-

Devils on my inner lids poisoning my head.

Beelzebub is running riot driving me insane,

Demons just won’t let me rest-they’re causing grief and pain.

 

I’ve tried taking tablets; I’ve tried counting sheep

But nothing ever seems to work I still can’t get to sleep.

‘Cause there’s Demons in my bedroom, screaming and a prancing.

Every time I close my eyes I see the Devil dancing.

 

Weir wolfs howling all night through, Old Nick running riot.

Perhaps it is the food I eat, I’ll have to change my diet.

Sometimes I sneak to bed real late and try to be unheard

But in the cupboards they must wait, I know it sounds absurd.

As soon as I turn off the light and snuggle down to sleep

I get the most enormous fright when out they start to creep.

 

They just won’t keep from out my head-

Moonlight wakes the living dead.

Demons dance and weir wolf’s scream;

I know that it’s not just a dream,

‘Cause I can’t get to sleep at all

Sometimes it drives me up the wall.

I toss and turn and scream and shout,

The neighbours ask what it’s about.

 

But I’m afraid to ever say

They’ll think I’m mental straight away,

What normal person sees this sight?

When off to bed they go at night?

I don’t know, I can’t explain,

I know it’s driving me insane.

I’ll ask the vicar round for tea,

Then ask him if he’ll stay with me

To exorcise these hellish visions;

He’s sure to make the right decisions.

He shouldn’t ask or be judgemental

Even if he thinks I’m mental.

Surely there must be some hope,

If there’s not I just can’t cope.

I ask, could you sleep safe and sound

To know your bed has Demons round?

Answers truthfully, please don’t lie.

No You Couldn’t! Nor can I.

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Dec 9, 2009
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