Demons Inside
The eyes you see at the end of
your bed,
Are mearly the demons inside
your head.
You think you can hide,
But they're simply your
dreams,
That have died.
Don't fear me for I am no
worse than you,
I'm the deads that you have to
do.
Don't try and escape,
Your demons will find you.
You cannot hide in the dark
landscape.
We are the demons everyone
fears.
We all see it in your tears.
As I fade, fade, into the years.
The eyes you see at the end of
your bed,
Don't exist,
not even in your head.
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