Smoke filled the night air, crisp & clear
None of them noticed evil was near
They laughed & joked & just went on
Not one of them said anything wrong
A figure hiding in the shadows of the night
Just waiting for a moment that was right
Teeth sharp & yellow, eyes glowing red
This is not the monster found under your bed
This demon, is dreaming, plotting you know
He is straining to find a way into your soul
He feeds on your fear, drinks in your tears
He becomes the only thing that you can hear
He lurks in bushes, hides in trees
He is something your not likely to see
Pain invites him, anger gives him control
Soon dark & dead will be your soul
You ask what he is, & who he wants
He is every moment that is to haunt
Those broken, scared, alone, & bruised
He's the unheard voice of all those abused
You give him power, when you just pretend
that there are not any demons within
But once you let him rule all that he sees
He fills the world with his incurable disease
He is the reason children cry out at night
He is the first sign something isn't right
So instead of turning a blind eye his way
Try listening to what the abused have to say...
