Spill to me your inner demons,
Show to me just where they hide,
Swimming through your deepest thoughts,
Destroying you from deep inside.

Explicate those filthy beings,
Beat them out of your own skin,
Extract them from your soul, your mind,
Banish them from what's within.

I have seen those very demons,
Ugly things that rot your brain,
I have battled with those thoughts
But unlike you, I went insane.

I cared for them, those wretched demons,
Instead of fighting like I should,
I let them fester on my conscience,
If I could take it back, I would.

There is hope for you, my darling;
Don't end up the same as I;
Exile all those lethal demons,
Spread your wings, and learn to fly.

The End

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