In the dead of night
My demons come out to play
They fill my head with lies
And they know I would do anything
To make them dissapear
And they use that knowledge
Saying 'Cut and we promise to go away'
And of course
How can I resist that offer
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Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
