Things Ive Written On My Life

she demon

I always see the brown eyed demon.
She copies my actions.
Always whispering in my ear.
Things no one should hear.
For they tear you down.
Into your deepest depths.
Somehow she makes them real.
The pain of others you and your loved.
Yet still makes you feel bound.
Trapped.
Caged.
And so much more.
Yet still she tears till I feel no more.
She won't stop until she gets her desire.
Sometimes I mix her up with me.
Where I hold her hatred and she holds my pain and regret.
Some how she's bound.
Trapped.
Caged.
To Some one she can't untie from.
Is it destiny she asks.
Sometimes I believe it is.
For being bound is unpredictable.
We both seem to try different directions.
Making us spiral down.
Maybe that's why I feel like drowning.
Or burning cause maybe then this fire that builds will leave.
Become just ashes.
Maybe that's how ill get rid off my she demon.
For then she'll be gone and so will i.
Which will help the ones I've hurt.
With all my she devil actions.
For it seems as though its me yet I can't recognize nor remember my solutions of doing so.
Maybe its her way of mercy to save me or maybe its her only way of torturing me.
For the she demon can be confusing and conniving.