It happens almost every single night,
They creep out of the darkness of our mind,
Dangerous with their hate so blind.
Leaning against the wind, fangs ready to bite,
The bravest man cannot bear the sight
Of these monsters and demons combined.
Never walk dark streets without looking behind,
Seeing us writhe in pain brings much delight
So every dark night, they feed on you and I,
But what will in turn ever feed on them?
I highly doubt anything ever will,
Since they are the ones we cannot condemn,
Living as a part of us until we die.
Always they haunt our minds in nights quite still.
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