My demons and i
my demons speak to me
my demons smile at me
they knock on the door and ask to be let in
my demons yyell at me
they beg to be let out so i cut my skin
my demons convince me i have nothing to live for
my demons no longer knock on the door
no, for my demons live within
no one can see them
they like it that way
it's just us two, me and my demons
or more so, my demons and i
my sleep teases ne, giving me glimpses of what i truly want, to die

Demetrius Harmon