Demons, Demons, Demons

I’m surrounded by demons

You piss one off and you’ll

Start screaming

These are all my own

Finicky beings

I’ve been living with for years

I have even seen them

The reason I clear a room

Happens to do with how they move

I control the way we integrate

But never how they choose to

Retaliate

To anyone around me who acts too

Fake

My demons have been my closest

Companions

Yeah they make me sad

Sometimes

But I still keep them near

For me they are a security blanket

Ones that I hold dear

Because if it wasn’t for them

Then I don’t think I’d be here

Demons, Demons, Demons

I’m not sure if I want you to

Disappear

Without you all

Who would I be

My demons are mine

Mine to keep

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