Demons

I walk these dark

Streets every night

With only a couple of Street

Lights glowing in the distance.

The wind starts moaning

In my ears everything is

As if it's a ghost town,

And I'm the host, but

That's nothing to boast about.

No one is around to talk to

No one, but myself.

So I walk in a cold winter

Breeze as I reach for the first

Sight of light I hear nothing,

But the barking of the wild dogs

Just waiting for a bite.

As I pass the light

I feel a Shadow around me.

Only it's not my own.

There behind me stood

A medium size figure.

He said he wanted me to see

Him at the bar.

Though I declined nicely,

Then he stood behind me

Turned into a we.

More, and more came

I tried to run, but they weren't

Tame.

They locked me in a cage with so much rage.

I should have accepted

To go to the bar because

Now I'm stuck as they feel my

Lungs with tar.

They scream, they hissed

Well, they're pissed.

So now I have fallen into

Their pit of hell locked

Away from the light

In this cell.

I'm stuck with these demons

Oh, how I'm stuck with these demons!