There's a person that
Lives within me who has
No name and wreaks havoc
Upon my soul.
She likes to hurt people,
She likes to hurt me.
The scars on my body prove
The point and the scars I've
Left behind on other people
Show that.
I cannot control her, for she is
Violent and unpredictable.
A creature a Demon, who likes
The stench of death, the
bittersweet taste of blood and
The crimson color leaking out
Of my veins, standing the
Carpet, staining the bed.
She slit my wrists once before,
But now as I look down I realize
This is the end forevermore.
