t h i r t e e n
demons
When I wasn't little
I thought demons were fake
I thought they didn't like to be around people
Turns out I was wrong
They don't have horns
Or sharp, pointy teeth
They don't have wings
Or barbed tails
What they have is
Slicked back hair
Straight perfect teeth
And bodies fit from physical exercise
Demons don't have ugly faces
They don't hide under your bed
They have to faces of the poeple closest to you
And they lie next to you, or sometimes in your head
(lol i'm back after a while,i feel the vibe of the mv and the lyrics really matched this poem! ngl i've had it on repeat since it came out)-I xoxo
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r e d e m p t i o n
Poetryredemption /rɪˈdɛm(p)ʃ(ə)n noun the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil.
