An Unrealized Thought.

The darkest of my bitter wilted days
Should of been ruined by the scars
That live on my pale skinned wrist
Just like a lonely twinkled little star.

The pain should of mournfully died
Because the eager ache in my heart
Hurts from this bleak darkened day
To live as if it ended when it started

Their whispers control my frigid fear
In almost every single dreaded way
To scare myself forever and lifeless
So no longer into the night I pray.

These demons surround my being
Controlling my raging fearful agony
Because they know the exact way
To see all the rhymeless themes.

But what they don't really realize
Is yet to painfully succeed ahead
Until the humans mind is stopped
A thing they notice when you're dead.