Demons

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Some people face their demons, others run...

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I tiptoe past my demons tucked tightly in their beds
Try as I may not to wake their tired tortured heads
Long nights of wreaking havoc, from weary woes they’ve fed
Courage ravished from my chest and filled with awful dread
I rather flee than fight or face them, regrets get left unsaid
I dare not tempt their spiteful hearts to turn on me instead