the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
demons are real they don't tell the little kids banishing then beneath beds reducing them to figments of imaginations
demons are real they didn't have to tell me i found them on my own they crawled out from under the bed in the dead of night using me as their host instead
demons are real they teem beneath my skin cut it and you'll see that i bleed demons their cries mixing with my agony
demons are real they teem beneath my skin poke and prod and you'll see they shed this human skin and roar in all their might
demons are real they teem beneath my skin they lurk inside my mind and those demons pull my strings
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