DEMONS COME
When the demons come...
Will it be the end of me....
Wild eyed, crazzy,mumified undone!
Dead that's what I see....
I ran not as you think....
The jouney had to start.....
Bodies in the sink....
With out a bleeding heart.........
It's not shatterd....
Not even cracked........
Love conjured....
It's a fact...
Leads us to demons....
So we stand tall....
In these haunted dreams....
My soul refuses to fall!
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