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?



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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