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by Vogel Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Other · #1396476
The second poem from "A soul so dark." a bit suicidal.
One day, I woke up to stay,
I asked what my mirror would say,
I looked at my own reflection,
and suddenly it changed,
I saw my demonic eyes, I saw the last of my life.
I saw it vanquish all that made me stay,
living deep in the space of my pain,
I felt the fire inside.

I feel my demon on the inside,
it burns me all away,
and now it comes out to play

Enough, I'm worse than pain
Enough, I'm more than sick
Enough, I'm harder to stain
Enough, I'm more than this.

Devestating this,
Dealing with these changes,
your world will be a scary place,
now that you have awakended the demon,
prepare to fear,
prepare to be afraid of being here,
So I'll let my body hit the floor,
living like this no more.

I feel my demon on the inside,
it burns me all away,
and now it comes out to play

Enough, I'm worse than pain
Enough, I'm more than sick
Enough, I'm harder to stain
Enough, I'm more than this.

So, there's nothing wrong with me,
I'm not forsaken,
Although I'm the only one,
my flame keeps going on,
I saw me fighting, always whining
take my hand now,
make me be alive again.

I feel my demon on the inside,
it burns me all away,
and now it comes out to play

Enough, I'm worse than pain
Enough, I'm more than sick
Enough, I'm harder to stain
Enough, I'm more than this.

Now this is where I am,
almost dead in my mind,
is this day my time,
or should I live in the night,
free of the eating fright.
Living out the light,
Preparing my flight,
Opening up for the demon.

I feel my demon on the inside,
it burns me all away,
and now it comes out to play

Enough, I'm worse than pain
Enough, I'm more than sick
Enough, I'm harder to stain
Enough, I'm more than this.

Death and decay,
as I sacrifice myself,
and allow my flame to eat what's left,
apperently my world is my daring place,
the day I die is my peace,
my moment of reality is at hand,
now when I see the truth,
a flame is all there is.

I feel my demon on the inside,
it burns me all away,
and now it comes out to play

Enough, I'm worse than pain
Enough, I'm more than sick
Enough, I'm harder to stain
Enough, I'm more than this.

Skin against skin,
blood and bone,
I'm all by myself, but I'm not alone,
I wanted it in so now I'm here,
driven by hate, consumed by fear,
Crying nothing but a bloody tear,
Leaving the lost to something forgotten,
I consume my thoughts in a sphere.

I feel my demon on the inside,
it burns me all away,
and now it comes out to play

Enough, I'm worse than pain
Enough, I'm more than sick
Enough, I'm harder to stain
Enough, I'm more than this.

There's nothing wrong with me,
but something got to give,
altough this is the end,
here I go, here I go.

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