Dear Demons

Dear Demons

A Poem by Dennis Shanaberg
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Let yourselves out

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Dear demons that I have hid so well.

Come on out cuz this is my personal hell.

I don’t remember what is that you do,

But maybe you’d give me someone to talk to.

Fire in your hands

And flames on your breath.

Let’s start a blaze

And give the worst all our best.


I’ve kept the darkness in

And my secrets down.

But now I wanna fight

And scream my secrets loud.


Cuz it doesn’t matter in the end what you do

Unless you’ve got no one to share it with you.

I’m a product of the opinions of friends,

So I need someone to be someone again.


So, skel’tons, in the closet you sleep

But maybe it’s time to have the havoc you wreak.

I can’t recall; the details decompose

But I say screw it, you know, it’s time someone knows

Bad things I’ve done--

The hard paths I’ve run.

We’re all just bones under skin

And we’re waiting to break free again.


I’ve kept the darkness in

And my secrets down.

But now I wanna fight

And scream my secrets loud.


Cuz it doesn’t matter in the end what you do

Unless you’ve got no one to share it with you.

I’m a product of the opinions of friends,

So I need someone to be someone again.

© 2012 Dennis Shanaberg


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Added on March 9, 2012
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Dennis Shanaberg
Dennis Shanaberg

Mentor, OH



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