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
