I am sitting here late at night
Trying to think of something to write
I feel so weary
Lights go dim
Can't think clearly
Tiredness overwhelmes
Emotions shake my being
With at my shoulder, a devious fiend
So I am sitting here late at night
Trying to fight
The weariness and emotions that come
My innermost thoughts have no words
No picture can describe them
So dark and gothic
Impossible to comprehend
What is actually inside my head
So come and look and see what is actually inside of emotional, wordless me
In my bed
Under covers
Never led
Beyond the door
In his chamber
The demon grins
And waits to take me away again
A sudden thought occurs to me
Something so extraordinary
That I can actually mend myself
And no more be tortured by the demon
Sitting outside my door
That's why I'm sitting here
Late at night
Trying to think of something to write
About me, the emotional mute
I hear his seductive voice and know I must be quick
My idea, I must pursue with all my will and strength
For as far as I can tell, there is not another escape
Good bye demon
Good bye moon
Good bye gun that I'll leave in my room
