35. Your Demons

I'm sitting in your closet with some goblins and a nymph,
Now I believe in faeries and all the seven sins,
I now believe in pain and love, but still not in the land above,
I told you I believed in you and you still won't let me in,
I can be your zombie, the dead that's never gone,
I will be ethereal, your ghost that wont move on.

 
I'm sitting in your closet with your demons and a nymph
Now I believe in you, but not in you screwing him.

The End

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