I guess it's storytime.
Time to lay my demons
On the table.
I feel like I've been here
Before, trying to slay my demons
With a wooden sword.
Most are unaware of where it began
But no not me, I know where my
Demons came from,
Which closet they've creeped out of.
One demon was cool
But, when he invited his family
To the party that's when I knew
I was doomed.
I guess it's storytime.
Time to lay my demons
On the table
But will they all fit?
Is the tricky question
That exist