Demons
Your demons
Your darkness
The devil's own spawn
Drawn and quartered
Torn and tortured
And yet you go on
The darkness
It shapes you
It molds
It transforms
Your beauty
Untainted
So soft
So warm
The demons
They linger
They prey and they pry
Tearing at sanity
Feeding you lies
Unrelenting their evil
They won't got away
Their master has chosen
To own you...
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