Demon Bites


When I was young,
I held my breath.
I closed my eyes squeezed them tight,
Til I was out of breath.
Forced to take a breath.
Dancing with the devil of death.
No matter how hard I wished to die from being out of breath.
I give in,
Forced to take a breath.

The bizarre life I was born into,
Was by far Bazar.
I dreamed of a blue star.
I sold to go far.
Always opening my eyes,
Realizing I didn't go far.

I closed my eyes at night.
Suffering from the demon bites.

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