Don'T Feed the Demons
Excuse me... are you feeding the Demons?
All the anger, and fighting, and screaming some more
Always cutting me right to the core
I’ve given all I’ve got, there isn’t any more
And you don’t want to see what’s behind that door…
Please! Don’t feed the Demons
You see…
They came to me when I was under the gun
Fighting the devil while far too young
I drank in their power and took what I needed…
Forgetting the rest of me they were bleeding
Are you feeding the Demons again?!
They’re ugly and bloody…always wanting more,
If you let one tidbit slip under the door…
They’re vicious, violent, angry and mean
And they might just rip you apart at the seams!
If, you entice them…
Are you calling them now?!!
You don’t understand…
You don’t want to upset this chain of command
They listen, they hear, as I begin to shake
Tightening and trembling to keep them from wake…
Please!! Don’t wake them!!
Again with the yelling…again with the games…
And look! Now that damn door has burst into flames!
I feel them slashing and tearing at my brain…
I only hope that I can stay sane…
They’re powerfully strong, and I’ve nothing left…
So run for the door, and pray for the best…
I warned you… DON'T FEED THE DEMONS!!!
Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2018
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