Demons outside

We cower beneath,

They cannot see it, hear it,

But we know it's there, we can feel.

Oh, how ignorant they are.

Its razor sharp teeth

They try to pretend it's counterfeit,

They believe one bite will cut, but eventually heal.

They refuse to believe it's there, and so continue to scar.

All they do is lay wreaths

Of those who couldn't handle it, too afraid to admit

They are the ones who caused it, they spin the wheel.

And it laughs and covers us with its torturous tar.

Oh, we all shake underneath.

We refuse to see it, hear it.

We all know it's there, we can all feel.

But we refuse to believe how ignorant we are.