The Demons
The demons are dancing
Laughing at me
Causing my pain to rise
To higher levels of such magnitude
Why do they stare?
They keep looking at me
The torturers of my soul
Yet they keep me alive
Why do the torment me?
Yet they even make me happy
The foul glare in their eyes
It surges through my soul
And makes me be the thing I hate
Why can't they stop?
I've had enough of this
I will look for the cure
Of this evil and hatred
That they cause to stir inside of me
I will find it
Even if I have to die trying
Copyright © 2003 by Brian Kiel
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