Streaks Of Grey

by Mira   May 22, 2005


Just let me die in this horrible dungeon
With evil demons on my mind and in my soul
Let me sleep with them breathing down my neck
But don't bring me any more

You are making them hurt me
Don't you understand?
Just let me rot in this bitter world of mine
I am better off without you

Falling, falling into dirt
Mud covering my pure white skin
Like my soul inside
Covered with your lies and demons

Bring me no more demons
Let me live with mine
Don't try to take them away
Let me keep them, so I can live
In peace or pieces

Either way, I'll end up the same way
Alone and cold with a death demon in my ear

Why slow the process down?
It is inevitable
Leave me be with my demons and my fears

You don't care
You let me fall into dirt to rot
Tears streaming in rivers and through my bones
Just leave me

And when my tears have dried to streaks of grey
You'll know you failed
But it was inevitable
So don't feel too bad

You did try

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