When the demons call my name
when i play their sickened game
when the darkness envelopes me
when i don't even want to see
when i leave this world for another
when i have bad dreams and my lover
comes to my rescue
when i want to curl up and die
when i hide what lies dead inside
when i strain
to contain
the agony that waits within
this is how i spend my nights
haunted by terrible sights
premonitions of the undead
with the devil pounding on my head
with my heart bleeding
but not beating
my nights are painful recreations
of what i feel by day
because of what they do to me
the names they call
don't mean a thing
but punches they throw
just because they can
the vicious words they spit
because they want to see me cry
but i swear to thee
sometimes i want to see thy die
sometimes i contemplate
my suicide
their murder
but i cannot go on like this
it must be them or me
and its gotten so bad
i want it to be me
i want to see them pay
for every poisoned word
for every rock they threw
for everything they do
why must they be so hateful
just because they don't understand?
that is the human mind's defense
its natural reaction
to attack
when they do not understand
or when they are afraid
the world is so corrupt
this is what we live
handguns come to school
punches come to love
and hate comes to strangers
but they don't understand
what it does to us
when they push us
past the edge
(please leave comments. I'm not sure if readers will understand what i am saying. thank you)
