Poems and stuff

d e m o n s

was it bad enough to not care anymore

was it bad to just give up on fighting 

just because emotional stamina is hard to come by

every single day was tiring enough

the sun woke me up in the morning like life support

yet all you wanted was to unplug it

my vision has been altered so much

i dont have my own thoughts in my head

they're all influenced by some unknown force

you blame me

sure, ive done some sin

its all some sort of hunting game to you

and when you try to aim at the demons that thrive within,

you shoot me instead

did your miss start my misanthropy 

did your actions cause my miserable demons

or was it really my fault

you know, sometimes i just need to feel alive somehow

if anything that bullet wound made me feel numb

why cant i just run thither to Mantua or chug that happy vial

what if the sun is really just another useless star like you say it is

does that make me some unworthy being 

using up a star just for the pleasure of living

what if i was actually right

what if i was worthy, the sun is worthy, and the flowers that bloom under it are worthy

was i worthy to embrace the pleasure of living

no, demons dont deserve to live

because they've done wrong and the sun is burning with sinful flames

because demons are too high on the feeling of life

therefore, without any haste, they should be dead

count the times that ive done any wrong to you

in your eyes i hurt, steal, cheat, lie

if all you see is just a cunning heathen then theres no use in trying to be anything else