Every so often
About four am
My demons will visit
Uninvited like old friends
They stomp through my wakefulness
Treading heavily on my calm
Practicing their deception
Always provoking alarm
Telling me I can't
Or warn that I shouldn't
That peril is awaiting
And I'm unprepared
Casting their doubt
Into shadowy corners
Revealing the danger
That awaits me there
These devilish imps
Who dance on my soul
Seeking only to torment me
Their only goal
They chide and deride
Rebuke and forewarn
That my deepest fears
Are about to be born
Yet when morning arrives
With the first light of dawn
These devils all vanish
My tormentors are gone
But where do they go
How I wish I knew
Because I know they'll return
Do they visit you
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