Tie my demons down/ steel around their throats/ pain around their wrists/ blood dripping from their bindings. Scars covering their thighs/ hands gripping at salvation/ knowing it's already over/ that now is their time. Tie my demons down/ no mercy/ no freedom/ hide away their claws/ before they dig again into my skin.
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Sticks and Stones
PoetrySticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Words Hurt Me Too
