Distorted Demons
Constant stares of hidden emotion
Being swept along chained to this fate
Shut away rocking back and forth
I can’t scream at the walls of my cell
The knife stares at me, taunting me
Do I fear this blade or do I welcome this blade
Abusing myself for a feeling
Is there any other way
Looking in the mirror, face distorting
Seeing evil in my heart
I reach for my healing juice
It’s pinning me down making my sadness breathe
Seeing things through bad eyes
It’s easier not to succeed
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