I watched you die...
You just laid there...asking why...

Rot away...
Keep on running...

(This poem is about 3 demons that are talking...

They do.
I see them each night within my...

Something is missing in the air...
Something is wrong...I'm fully aware...

Ma’am…the surface is too tight…
Even though this is your right...

Who cares anymore what this world has gone...
It is like a cold, violent storm...I can feel it...

I am smothered
From your shit I have suffered...

Creatures chasing me around, I'm running so far...
Lost as sunken ships in the sea, I cannot see my...

Calm and collected...
Played upon by evil fingers...

Call me...I am yours to heal.
Heal me...your muted flesh I peel...

I never saw the blade you would stab me with...
Never saw how you would kill me...