Demon

Looking into myself to see where I am.
Seeing my heart pump black blood yet again,
seeing my love being consumed by sin,
feeling nothing but the hate to be taken in.
The evil shadow exults in my twisted fate;
my soul is the shattered piece of glass sawing deep in me,
ripping its way out into a world of illusions.
Afraid to show what I can no longer see,
the crucial thing I cannot live without.
Tainted pills that hold all of me,
coerced poison, brain washed by evil spirits,
the Demon of the dead.
Slow to react I grasp the pills
determined to kill the possessed ghost I always feel.
Yet you remain stronger than ever,
always hungry for any kind of pill to add to my collection in my sickening body.
I become the addict that lies and steals,
regret haunts me,
playing the silent movie numerous times in my head.
My life bleeds through my tears;
running away so I don't have to face my dark hour.
I'm in pain because I need them,
yet when I take you
the medicine you lock away doesn't heal the emptiness.
No matter how much I want them to,
your medicine will not replace love.
Mirror, I see the ugliest person standing in your protection;
deception is filling the alienated hole.
Demon leave me on the field of death!
Allow me to sink into the soil of my horrible, bloody nightmares.