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My Demon
This demon in me
Is no dormant creature
If it exists at all
Then he lives through whispers
Like secret messages
Tapped over the airwaves
The words pulse
Straight to my brain
He knows my weakness
Constant reminders of failure
There’s no peaceful retreat
From the mental assault
In nightmares
I see the glint in red eyes
The glint of cold hard steel
About to slice skin
I’m sure if I bled
That would never be enough
A slow torturous death
His only satisfaction
I’m the number he calls
Promising relief from the noise
A broken joker
He feds his lies to
Needs my pain
Wants me to beg
Crawl for mercy
His game his rules
Just the puppet
To his sick fantasy
A blackened soul
Who loves misery
Is no dormant creature
If it exists at all
Then he lives through whispers
Like secret messages
Tapped over the airwaves
The words pulse
Straight to my brain
He knows my weakness
Constant reminders of failure
There’s no peaceful retreat
From the mental assault
In nightmares
I see the glint in red eyes
The glint of cold hard steel
About to slice skin
I’m sure if I bled
That would never be enough
A slow torturous death
His only satisfaction
I’m the number he calls
Promising relief from the noise
A broken joker
He feds his lies to
Needs my pain
Wants me to beg
Crawl for mercy
His game his rules
Just the puppet
To his sick fantasy
A blackened soul
Who loves misery
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