I've
set up an extra bed,
For my
demons to share,
Essences
of fear,
Anger,
And
regret.
I've
given them my old bed,
Right
by the door,
So now
I sleep by my desk,
Underneath
a prison window,
Just
big enough to let light in.
They
aren't bad roommates.
They're
loud,
But
music drowns them out,
Turns
them from tyrants
To old
friends.
-Zero
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