Dry, hoarse laughs you hear when you close your eyes
Demons fought and lost throughout venomous spite
One grabs at your ankles- at first non threatening
Grow larger and you look up- they're in your face
Wide-spread grin across your spine
Open your eyes- you can't see them, but are they gone?
Who's to say our demons aren't real?
The ones we see when we're alone in our dreams
The ones we feel when we wake up and start the day
The ones no one else sees but weighs on your thoughts
The ones tugging at us to do things we don't want
The ones who claim to raise us higher and then drown us
Everyone has their own demons
The haunting melody in a peaceful dream
The gruesome monsters within the faces of people they trust
They stalk them whether awake or asleep
Always prowling- always on the attack
Never sleeping and only feeding off of your fears
Terrorizing you- running rampant in the home you call your mind
You barracade yourself in a room- hammar and nails
Plastic the windows, board up the door
You find solice within the sheets and covers
Hands over your ears- wishing not to hear it
Your tears are streaming with your eyes closed- not wanting to see it
What other choice do you have but to unboard the door and leave?
You can't stay there in the Hell you've made for yourself.
But you can't leave- it has you convinced that's the only place you're safe.
In reality it's the only place it holds you
In reality it's the only place you can't escape.