Dark and deformed, created by the light
where do our shadows sleep in the black night?
I see them dance in the candles flicker,
rejoicing at the soft glow burning bright
whilst mourning melted wax's sorrowful sight,
I wish these demons would depart quicker.
When the candle light finally fades out
a new sense of dread fills me with doubt
as I feel the shadows pacing my attic
that make my heart pump with such painful clout,
why are these dark demons always about?
I need to degauss my thoughts of this static.
To fight off your demons you must find light
where, at least your darkest shadows are in sight.
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