I close my eyes
And think about
My troubled life;
My troubled mind.
I feel the emotions
Building up inside -
The pain;
The hate;
The anger;
The fear.
Why won't these demons
Leave me alone?
They've been here so long
That I know them all by name.
So many people have tried
To help me cast the demons out,
But they all use the wrong techniques;
Speak the wrong incantation.
These demons have
A cruel sense of humour -
With each attempt to get them out,
They just laugh
And settle further in,
Chaining themselves
To my already dark and heavy mind.
I've forgotten what sleep feels like.
It's been so long
Since I've been left to dream;
So long since I've been left in peace.
But I'll let them stay
For a little while longer,
Just until I find the right chant;
Find the right technique -
Perhaps a nifty revolver
To blow these f@#kers out.
I'll be rid of them
With a final spray of red...
