The Demon's Collection

Just another lifetime of another world gone by
A century of passing time, countless numbers of people dead and buried in their graves
They watch the wind surround the seas
while we're drowning in the waves
No way to stop the hunger, they'll be laughing as you scream
Then one day you'll wake and realize, that your life has been a dream
No need for soul salvation when you know you're damned to hell
The demons rest in your closet collecting their stories to tell
No need to fear the thunder you know the story well
The demons rest in your closet collecting our souls to sell
---Twisted Poet