The Demons Come
say my prayers and climb into bed,
but sleep doesn't come.
The demons come instead.
With twisted tongues
they taunt me.
They tell me
I'll always be alone.
They tell me
I'm destined to fail.
They tell me
that I'm not good enough in any way.
They tell me
lies.
But it's so hard not to listen
when I turn out the lights.
-srw
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