Demon

My Mind is in the darkness of the four corners it can go no further
As I lay here in my slumber waiting to be awaken by those dreams of dreams
the nightmares of my younger years fading away in the silent realms of my own world
Nor fantasy nor reality here I lay upon the moist earth where I shall decay

My waste shall feed the souls of lost souls as I am now weary as I am now alone within My own darkness There is no light to feed upon there is nothing to nurture
My failures are mine to dis-pare upon my own Madness that is my Mind

The music that plays in my heart and soul I can not write down with pen on to paper
So I let i fester like a scab that is ripe for the picking and picked it will be to bleed upon me endlessly as I sleep and wait to be Awoken these Demons are my own No Angel can shine there help my way...

I write to help me express what goes round in my head, but this is to and far between when I want to play, to be heard oh the music that is inside of me will not be heard only in the four far corners of my mind is where they lay, waiting to be played
to be heard... to be sung

This demon that wants to take and feed upon me more and more is draining me from within and I can't this pain, the pain that slices right through my very being

That Demon Has Awoken....