The demons hurt people.
Cruel are they.
Everybody has one.
Some are locked away,
Others left to stay.
My demon she haunts me.
She'll scratch and she'll bite.
I pretend not to notice,
Then I'll cry in the night.
This demon she'll always fill me with fright.
I only scream and think that this isn't right.
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Demons
PoetryThe demon holds on to my wrist, she won't let go. I can see an angel in the distance. She can't help me, for she is chained away. Forever she will cry. Never will she fly.
