Let me tell you a story.
I'm sure you've heard it before.
Of a girl whose sorrow grew to be much more.
She lived by the knife,
and couldn't revive her soul.
Taunted by her fears,
to conceal the voices of the demon.
Breathing down her neck.
Clenching on her wrists.
Driving her to insanity,
and controlling her every move.
Hiding in the darkness behind the eyes of god.
Crying as she genitally slices.
Blood flowing to the floor.
Washing away what is left,
and is forever gone.
The demon takes a hold of her heart,
and her world comes crashing down.
Showing no mercy, she gives in.
As he gets a thrill watching her take that pill,
but it doesn't end here.
He keeps her alive thriving off
the pain they caused.
Until he finally wants free.
A life without a cause...
He whispers in her ear.
Telling her to let go,
and free the demons soul.
Shattered dreams and broken screams.
With the blade running blood.
As her life was ended by that knife.
You see taking a life
will not set him free...