11:30 PM.

I’m walking down my road, late at night, no lights are on in any house.
My hands are shaking, my breath quick, and eyes jumpy.
The only noise I can hear besides bats, and my footsteps, are a group of footsteps behind me.

I don’t want to show it, but I’m scared to the core.
I’m scared because those footsteps are every demon I’ve faced, tried to conquer and failed to do so, in my life.
I look back once, and see their names tattooed in blood red on their bodies.
Hate. Revenge. Lust. Heartbreak. Anger. Callousness. Pride.

I’ve got 7 demons in a row, chasing after me.
I’m gonna face them now, I’ll make a last stand.
Lord, give me the strength to kill my demons, whatever it takes.
I’ll kill my demons if I have to die doing so.