Demons

Demons

this is the life i hold dear
and it is the demons the demons that i truly fear
that are buried deep in my mind
and not very kind


The demons the demons they tear at my skin
in a place i should never have been...
I try my hardest to escape
yet i am always a little too late


Walking down a street
holding something i am wanting to keep
that something just happens to be very sharp
and i will drive it through the demons hearts

As i go back to the place i should never have been
the demons the demons they sit and grin
I drive the sharp dagger through one's throat
as the blood spews out i nearly choke

I drive glass through anothers eye
and feel as though i am going to die
i drag a blade through the last ones head
i collapse and then i am dead

The demons the demons who tear at my skin....
at a place where i should never have been...
are the only things that keep me from going insane
as i walk along memory lane...