In the light of my mind,
Stands the darkness called home,
Where the demons live.
They laugh and cry where I work,
And make me feel as if I've been shot,
With a bullet through the eye.
The demons do not show their faces,
For if they did they could be driven out,
But they stay buried in the crevasses.
They show no mercy to the faint-hearted,
And they like it when they surprise me,
With their cunning and endless thoughts.
There is nothing that can stop them,
As they prey upon my mind,
Unless someone notices and asks what's wrong,
But the demons won't let me answer.
They control my mind and speech,
Although my heart is pure,
And once they get my heart,
Then they have me.
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