Your Demon


Perched up high
In a corner on the ceiling
He lowered himself down
To where I could hear him breathing
I told him he was small
Smaller than I imagined
He responded in my ear
Words I never fathomed
And so he sat on my shoulder
Though small for his size
A demon sits on my shoulder
I am my own demise

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