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Exercising Demons |
| I feel you wake from haunted dreams | |
| And hear you call with muffled screams | |
| I sigh and unlock prison gates | |
| And let loose all my fanged playmates | |
| Come lay your claws within my hands | |
| And make my soul your withered lands | |
| As we dance with insane glee | |
| Upon a plain of agony | |
| Let's climb the fearful heights we built | |
| And leap into our pit of guilt | |
| Your leather wings of tarnished hope | |
| Can lift me like the hangman's rope | |
| While memories of my sins you sing | |
| As within their noose I swing | |
| Next, my demons, let's run far- | |
| Enough to outrun every scar | |
| But even hell is not so wide | |
| To keep me from the pain I hide | |
| So demons, since you're here to stay | |
| You might as well come out to play | |
| And exercise my darkest fears | |
| Then shower in my bitter tears | |
©Sonja Torres 1999 |