The laughter in the back of my mind haunts me at night
Like the shadows that haunt my dreams
Something whispers to me as I walk alone
It doesn’t show it self to me even when I scream at it
Telling it I am not afraid but it hears the quiver as I speak
So it smiles at me and looks into my soul
Ripping me apart with its claws of secrets
Every once and a while I think it left
But it only then appears when I think I am safe at last
It has been coming closer and closer and I can now feel its breath against my neck
And its cold hands on my shoulders
I turn and then I realize that demon that has been haunting me
Is nothing but an image of myself
