I Know Your Secret

You make fun of me,

And try to joke around,

For you are afraid

I’ll let your secret out.

I find you pathetic,

And your excuses likewise —

Demons hide in the dark,

You say?

Then what are you doing

In the sunlight?

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Wild Thing

There’s something wild

Inside of each of us,

Some kind of demon

Caged in a cell of skin,

And it tries to get free,

To get the worst of us

Show its face and rip us open,

Making our soul bleed.

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