Demons by Quinn Barnowski

Demons haunt these halls,

Soft cries echo through the walls,

Can you hear their quiet calls?

There are demons in these halls.

There are demons in my head,

I hear everything they’ve said,

Can they go somewhere else instead?

Demons whisper in my head.

Demons whisper in my dreams,

I can’t forget their wicked screams,

Is this really what it seems?

Demons haunt my dreams.