There was a little demon

Who snuck inside my head

He bounced around and whispered

“I wish that you were dead”

He bounced around some more

And shook me to my core,

Till I whispered back

“I can handle more”

And so he leaped and cursed 

Jumping up with glee

He said so very terse

“I can be much worse”

So he danced and sang and versed

An evil little curse

But never once did I

Bend or break or burst

And when he grew tired

He fell upon the floor

I knocked him out my head

And kicked him out the door.

So this I say to you

All you demons, devils, dooms

Feel free to come inside

But know that there’s no room

Not the reason or the rhyme

Neither day or neither time

For me to keep or you to stay

Living in my mind.