I have this chair that I curl up in
To watch the storm through the corner of the curtain
I watch and watch as lightning thrives
and until each and every cloud runs dry
all day or night or sometimes both
i lay awake to the screaming host
of demons running in my thoughts
with images for which i fought
to leave my mind and take with thee
all their terrors and treachery
for when i sit and watch the rain
all i will surely feel is pain
as i watch the same scene over
and over
of the people i care for longing for cover
shelter from the demons that
torture, kill, and always act
in the only way i cannot bear
to see my friends or even hear
the deathly screech of those i love
or the sight of them all hanging above
with vacant eyes i always seem
to be in this transparent dream
when all i see is my loved ones killed
by those of which are highly skilled
and all i long for as my loved ones lie dead
is an escape from my demons inside my head
so as i sit in this chair of mine
my loved ones may truly be fine
but as the storm outside surely rages
all my good thoughts put in cages
I see them all with a far worse fate
one filled with torture, death, and hate
so if you see me in my chair
i hope you'll never leave me there
to watch the storm and all it's power
as my thoughts grow darker with every hour
i feel the demons getting ready to hunt
my good thoughts down and never once
will they let me be but my heart pounds
as i wish to be 6 feet underground
because you see once i am dead
i can escape the demons in my head
and cease to see my loved ones hurting
or maybe i'll pull back the curtain
to let the storm and all it's perspective
more into my mind though it's surely deceptive
because in the end what you will see
is my friends and family free of me
for i'll be far underground, dead
finally free of the demons in my head
