There are demons around most corners

and monsters in every bed

ready to pull you into the shadows

or strangle you with their bedsheets

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But the worst creatures you meet

don't jump out from behind the bushes

Instead, they hide in plain sight

lurking in the back alleys of your mind

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hand around your throat

fingers up your skirt

lips on your ear, whispering

"Who do you belong to?"

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The road to Hell is paved with

eyes you want to lose yourself in

and a small space that's just

the right size for you to fold into

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Every time, the way down

looks a little different

but the monster walking beside you

knows just how to lead you there

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this time I go

hand in hand

whispering into the distance

"I belong to you"