Demons

21 0 0
                                    

I'm not a fan of the police.
With their tazers and things.
Someone's pushing my buttons now.

And all of these bodies stink,
So I can't even think.
I don't even know how.

I can't sleep, honestly.
I always take the fall.
And I hate the voice;
The one behind it all.

Demons, I know I'm dying soon,
So I'm sleeping in the middle of an Autumn afternoon.
Demons, just tell me right now:
How to take the pain away from me!
Demons, am I only your prey?
I don't even care, but I don't want you to stay.
Demons, I'm tired of you guys. For once, I just wanna see!

I'll be alright with killing my demons.
But not collecting kids.
I'm not trying to be a murderer!

They keep on speaking to me.
And counting the bodies.
Making me wanna die sooner.

And they keep trying me;
Tryna answer the call.
There's just this one:
The one who fuels them all!

Demons, just let me sleep alone.
I'm tired of you guys looking up weapons on my phone.
Demons, what do I have to do?
To make you get away from me?
Demons, why must you take it all?
The only thing I have left is that I am still too tall.
Demons, I have one question left:
How close am I to my death?

Demons, I'm yelling in the night.
Gonna lock myself in this room, so you better sit tight.
Demons, whatever did I do
To make you take my life away?
Demons, always preying in a group.
Always eating at your thoughts like it's a bowl of soup.
Demons, I'm tired of your shit. So take your killing wits away!

ᗩ ᗷᗝᗝᛕ ᗝᖴ ᑭᗝᗴᗰᔕWhere stories live. Discover now