There's no more room in my closet; or under my bed ,
The demons crawl and live inside my head.
They talk to me; speak to me,
They stay and keep me company.
They tell me what they need ,
They tell me to bleed.
After all they've done for me over this long time,
It's my turn repay the favour this time.
I feel them smile and grin ,
I look down as I know what's about to begin.
I start to bleed,
I satisfy their greed.
These voices inside my head,
Plead for me to be dead.
They beg and plead for me to die,
So now this is my last goodbye...
