The Demon

He calls to me
And puts images in my head
He wants you gone
He wants you dead.

I can hear him
He wants me to stay away
He hates your goodness
He needs me to stay

He speaks to me
Telling me lies
That you are nothing
And you should die

I can sense him
and the conflict hits home
I can tell you
He wants you gone

He yells to me
To put you out
But i contain fear
Fear of doubt

I can see the problem
And only one way to end the pain
I see you at my funeral
Standing in the rain.

He calls to me
And I sit by his side
I went to the demon
All I had to do was die