Only one can fight these demons,

only one knows inside and out.

That one can try to control,

before they lead into the final blackout.

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The constant battle,

refusing to give in.

They laugh as I struggle,

haunting with their sinful grin.

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They sneer as I try to feed,

they yell as I open the door.

They threaten as I fight back,

enough to leave my mind raw.

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Plagued nightmares play on repeat,

getting harder to push them to Hell.

They forever drain my soul,

into nothing more than a lifeless shell.

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They tease with a ghost,

the ghost of whom should be.

But so hard to reach for,

the ghost of whom people truly see.

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Clutching on so tight,

grieving for the need to love.

Everything is infected into a deadly virus,

The only way is to accept his dark glove.

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So tired of fighting,

feeling it'll be a blessed relief.

For those I love and connect with,

the demons blind me into their traitorous belief.

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Releasing endorphins through the knife,

abandon my wrists to wound.

You deserve this, they say,

poisoning my mind to become housebound.

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The demons drown out our cries,

stealing our last dream for hope.

Surrender to their final weapon,

the growing sensation, of a hanging rope.

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