when the darkness falls
the insanity begins
demons come out to play
games of evil sins
looking for innocents
to cast their spell
standing in the shadows
patiently they dwell
waiting quietly in the dark
is their profession
driving victims into madness
is their obsession
the game of insanity
leaving the innocent broken
empty, hurt, dying
to the demon, is just a token
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