I try to run but I keep coming back
The hill is just to steep
Your haunting my vision
your even in my sleep
How can I escape this evil
Shouting words I can't comprehend
Feels like we are in the medieval
I enrage as you take a strike, I try to defend
Monster, crude, savage, devilish, animal
this is what I've adapted too
I cry for help, yet I don't want it
I've grown to love the monster in you
I cant survive without the hostility
I have no backbone but do I really want one?
The blood, the bruises are the pain I crave
The devil in me I can't outrun
Smashing bottles, throwing fists, cut up lips
I won't ever f@#king leave
Until this demon accepts me
he's disgusted by me what more can I believe
I wont ever stop loving your immortality
until you put a gun to my head
Just pull the damn trigger
I'm already dead
Nice piece!
I think the part of stanza
"Your haunting my vision
your even in my sleep" would read better if you re-write as
" You're haunting my vision
you're even in my sleep"
I enjoyed the flow