Book Box / Cluttered Box


Nights falls and they all crawl out
Gnawing at the edges of the soul
Taking pleasure in your resisting shouts
– Those demons are now out of the hole

Growing in dark corners and shadows
They know all the dark secrets & fears
Reminding you of your regrets and lows
– That is what demons hold dear

As light ends the darkness
And hope rises from anguish & pain
They must return from the broken carcass
– and wait until you let them in again…



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