My midnight demons arrived
Some large, some pint-sized
Every dark secret they find
In the deep recesses of my mind
Oh how they dig ever so deep
While I'm endeavoring to sleep
Locating my perpetual struggles
And exasperating my troubles
Why won't they leave alone
The accounts that I bemoan
Baggage long forgotten
Youthful folly and everything rotten
Misdeeds, sins, and a variety of hurt
My happiness they try to subvert
Real and imaginary situations
Play into my nocturnal frustrations
They never listen to voice of reason
Nor about things that are pleasin'
Belatedly retreating to where they came
Tomorrow we'll continue this war game
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