Demon Speak

 

Don't you See them? Can't you hear them?

Craven things

The voices that wont let you be

All ways there

allways watching, allways chating

the voiceless words 

confined

 

They plot, and sceam 

to plunder your soul it would seam 

take it from you 

one grain at a time 

as surly as the sand may fall 

through the hourglass they do call

a bubbling gurtled thing

loud as the sun, in a void unheard 

 

Your fear, its will

your doubt, its joy

Don't ignore it still 

for poison may creep

from your mouth

For the Demons speek without.

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