beads of sweat rolling down my temples
the demon's wings are taking shape
sometimes like Chinese water torture
it goes on and on and on and on
my mind screams for an interlude of silence
from the buzzing of the gun
while my heart beats with a passion
a need to express who i am, not what they want
fingers starting to clench, eyebrows drawn
muscles tense as the clock ticks away slowly
the demon holds the lady in a tender embrace
and i am at peace with myself
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