It has to do with how I used to think of the world.
|Demons of this World
I've kept silent all these years.
I've seen people die, cry,
and get high.
Never do I wish to see it again.
I want to hide myself away from the world.
I fear these people..
Those rapists, killers, drug dealers,
I feel powerless againest them,
I wouldn't know what to do.
So give me a dark corner,
one I can crawl into.
So I can hide myself from this hell.
This world, its crawling with demons,
I see them every where.
They watch me,
waiting for their chance.
To pull me in and become one of them,
the Demons of this world.