The Man in the Mirror

   
The Demons constantly are chasing me  
when I'm awake; they never give me rest!  
Their awful glaring eyes, most horribly  
I see, as if indeed I am possessed  
by Devils from the darkest depths of hell  
who want to kill me, see me lying dead,  
who, worse, their wicked evil schemes they tell  
and put their hateful notions in my head.  
It's only when I sleep that I escape  
their torments, only then I gain release  
from agonies in every hated shape,  
it's only then that I can find some peace.  
The Demons are myself, unhappily,  
and only sleeping, from myself I'm free.  
   
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