These head demons, demons in my head.
These bad demons, demons that are bad.
These monsters, conversations back and forth.
Discussing, my life and my misery.
These soul demons, crushing on my soul.
Devouring it all.
Suckling clean and whole.
They eat me,
Chew me, spit me out.
They hate me,
Love me when I shout.
A monster.
Is what I have become.
They wrap me in foil and all my doubt.
To signal that I just won't come out.
They lock me inside a box and cage.
Depending, on my mutant stage.
This phase that I am just depressed.
Is long gone,
And now I must confess.
My arms, have marks that are so ugly.
My head, has just begun to bug me.
My heart, is numb from all the crying.
My tears, have dried through out the years.
The monsters
And also the demons.
The girl,
With very little feelings.
It's me.
And that's my little secret.
I cut,
and now I get to keep it.
