Putting my Demons Asleep
There is more to what you can see or feel, there is more than I can share
For what is within me, does not care for you or me, or whether
I sleep or stay awake all day
As long as I feed it the evil it needs, so more evil it can
make, it will host my body and stay
I am but a mortal soul, never claiming to be anyone else, especially
those who think they were made out of clay
Look into my eyes and see the darkness, look into my soul and
see it bare all it can bring of care
There are no brittle bones that hold me together, there are no
feelings I can spare
Don’t get to close to me, please don’t waste your time and don’t
ask me what I think,
For how I feel, nobody cares and inside my body hides the
darkness that evil brings from inside of me, as my heart and mind when free of
evil, beg me to see a shrink
I can feel a tug of war, deep inside my soul; it feels like
demons and angels hard at work
Confusing my head, twisting my thoughts and making my life a
clockwork of a guessing game
Seeking out the few who still love me no matter what, and
scorn those who fail to see the cause or blame
Of those who hide so deep inside of me, to drive this crazy
ride, a ride from hell without a grip of my hands, feeling oh so frail
So tell me how my demons act, please tell me you are not too afraid
to talk to me, or listen to my horror story or tale
To tell me the truth, and show me some love, as the demons
come and go as they please, leaving my heart often broken and feeling shattered
and stale.
Just talking about the evil inside me, has turned your skin so
wet and pale
The fear in your eyes tells me so much has been taken away, so
much has gone astray
If I push you away, it means I care, for the demons inside me
make me want to protect you and keep you safe from their deeply entrenched hidden
evil power
It’s not at all like it seems as you think I live inside a
penthouse up there in the ivory tower,
So if I feel weak or strong it really doesn’t mean a thing for
real, as it is the demons inside that control the mood to work or when I look
like I want to play
When these demons work, they devour the drowning spirit and
when at play they give me away, surrendering to other mortals seeking fun and making
me miserable and making me pay
Mistreating my heart and soul, and eating my flesh as they
tear me apart like a slaughtered prey
Tossing me around like a rag doll and feeding me like a
homeless getting a hand out on a plastic tray
With demons awake, I cannot not breathe, as they take away
from what love I need the most
Leaving me the heartbeat of an undead man and giving me the
shell of a manly ghost
So I try to make them sleep, and arrange some kind of peace
inside of me, serving them as a rudderless host
As I often admit to fail to manage to make them fall asleep, therefore
keeping me awake and cause me more pain, a promise to tell all, I cannot keep
Sending sharp telepathic messages to my head, and shut me down
as these electronic waves, short circuit the thoughts inside my brain, making me
lose control and say those things that demons say
Whether they are at work or play or dead or alive, as I
continue to be their vulnerable prey
Never leaving the darkness, not even close to grey, they stay
inside me and cause me to forgo me the ability to pray
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