For your love

Demons in my head
just keep ripping away
Wishing I was dead
yet they all stay.

Slowly working down
Evil beings that they are
feeling like a clown
Pain from inner scars.

From the tear in my heart
they work right on past
eating my mind apart
know my heart won't last.

Slowly as I wait for death
would turn time back
could have my last breath
don't worry, have your slack.

I'll let them take me not you
for they know my flesh well
there's nothing more to do
you'll get heaven, I've got hell.

When you get to heaven
say you were really loved
day and night twenty four seven
I shall not go quiet like a dove.

I will yell it out loud
the one they didn't love
screaming out into the crowd
welcome son of pain from above.©2007 Tracydr42