The demon in your head

The demon in your head.


Wake up from your deep sleep and you will find a hairy creep.


Pointy ears that grows every year.

drak eyes that can even make the bravest man cry.

Claws instead of fingers, I sit here and lingers.

Sharp bloody teeth, The blood comes from a man named Meath.

I am the creatuer in your mind.
The thing that no one else can find.

When you wake up you can not move.
You try to tell people but you have no prove.

I sit on your chest.
Maybe I am some kind of pest.

In panic you try to run.
But I know I have already won.

You are lying in your bed.
And I know you will soon be dead.

I am looking for your soul.
And when I find it I will cut it out with a pole.

The blood drips from your mouth.
Down to the streets in south.

You scream in pain as you order me to return to your brain.

But do not worry I will free myself from your tomb.
And when I return you will see your doom.