Everyone has a demon, and I know that quite well.
All of us have demons, yet some will never tell
Of the stories of the creatures that haunt their dreams,
The stories of creatures that let out loud screams.

I have a demon, his name is Reese
And he often flashes a sly grin of sharp teeth.
Red eyes as wicked as a villains, and legs as tall as stilts...
Nothing makes me shiver more than when that head tilts.

I can see it in those mischievous eyes
That all he wants is for me to die.
All he wants is to see my suffering,
For me to see my life like it is buffering.

He leans to my ear and speaks in a voice like when a pencil lets out a squeal,
"Your life impacts nothing, you see. What if you were gone? Doesn't that appeal?"
"Shut up! Go away!" I scream in front of a crowd,
And the people stare at me, wondering why I'm so loud.

I have a demon, and I don't want to admit
That I love him even though he treats me like a misfit.
He drags me down to the darkest depths
And makes me plan out many of my very own deaths.

I love him too much, and I know I can't deny
Even though many say that he's the bad guy.
I want him to leave, but he has to stay
Or a piece of my mind will be taken away.

Everyone has a demon, and surely, I do too.
A demon that makes me feel so blue,
The tyrant named Reese who rules his kingdom
Even though he knows that all his prisoner wants is freedom.