On a demons wings

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Feathers made of night,

Wrap around me soft,

I resist with all my might,

To no effect.

I tell myself to run away.

But how can I do that,

When I want to stay,

In this deadly embrace?

We take to the stars,

And all places inbetween,

For a moment there is bliss,

But it's not as it seems.

For forever I am falling,

Breath caught in my chest.

I should have left it alone,

I should have tried my very best.

The demons are everywhere you know,

Out on the streets,

Waiting for a moment of loneliness,

Waiting for you and me.

Don' t let them catch you,

For you will fall.

The embrace is not really worth

The descent after all.

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