The Fiend

My tormented condition so false,
slipping away each day into a nightmare.
drawing regret from the truth of my pulse,
surely this cant be fair?

Please mercy come and wash it away
my pretense is beginning to shatter
my blackened agony is at bay
but does it ever really matter?

The fiend grins and caresses my soul
the deceiving villain jeers at my pain
echoing my destruction in it's toll
my happiness is what it will gain

He lives in my mutilated flaws
driving me to the brink of derailment
i cant escape his injurious claws
i must try fight this wicked ailment

drinking in all that is a dream
I'm drowning in shallow puddle
his blood-red eyes do hatefully gleam
dancing in delight at my forsaken muddle

Please someone free me from his den!
i need to break free!
he's breathing down my neck again
he's killing me cant you see!?

He whispers malevolent temptations
allowing me to add to my wandering scars
my skin's his canvas for bloody creations
blood drips from my wrist, falling so far...

eating away at my every thought
his putrid self taking me away
I'm falling, not to be caught
but now its the end of the day...

tired and unable to fight...
the corrupt Fiend has won...
suicide is now my might
my life sets like the fiery sun...