As I raised up in bed
At 3:05 am it's cold and the smell of death and the color red

I see the demons surrounding me
I feel them lifting me up in the air I try to plea

Spinning me around as if I was a toy
Chanting over and over we are here to destroy

My head feels the pain as they use the key to open my door
They creeped in hearing their voices saying it's time for war

As they enter into my brain I know I'm in trouble
I start fighting for my life but it's different this time so much rubble

They are strong as I am weak
Hitting and scratching at me feeling every shockwave hitting me like lightning streaks

I'm yelling for help but my voice is not heard
They drop me on the floor grabbing my hair and dragging me outside this is what I had feared

I reach for something,someone,anything to help me
They are taking me this time I've got to stop them I keep telling myself once they get me in their lair **** I just hit a tree

With all my might
I hang on tight

I finally find my best friend who died a week ago
Save me please I plead and she starts biting them and throwing them as if they was made of dough

I start helping her and in know time the demons have left except for one which is hiding in my head the one who stole the master key
The one that will never let me be free

But for now I can breathe again and only hope that I get my strength up for the next battle
I will continue to fight until I get my key back so I must not dismantle

That's when I'll be set free

Weak literacy written on cheap paper.
Blotted in Diluted ink that you bought from the family tree.
Smothered with ego, concentrated on "me".
A typo is all your ever gonna be.  
You must think your a real Edgar Allan poe.
Mimicking an illusion to live the excrusion.  
Your words became a pollution soaked in toxicity.
A mutation made ***** who changed its name to felicity.
So what ?
I ****** up this poems recipe..

Passionately irrational, where bad manners is fashionable.
Follow the trend as we tend to pretend like broadway plays.
Written by the devil starring God's only son.
Trust in what we see like the blank that killed brandon lee.
Who do we wanna be living in the Land of the free.
Subliminal messages and hidden fees.
Quietly bringing liberty to her knees with a needle in her arm. Even the cows and chickens have turned into junkies.
Administering injections on the farm.
Wake and bake, turn real into fake.
How much more are you willing to take ?

Clouded skies like saddened eyes. These tears are heavily pouring down like the rain drops falling on my Windshield.
A blurry world behind the glass I witness.
No one is left to wipe away these tears.
I am too far gone with no more forgiveness.
All the right ingredients to reach an evil havoc.
These Wicked winds howl through this brain.
A screaming whistle from a passer by freight train.
The beginning of loud sirens in the midst of a shortening distance.
I wonder if somebody is dying or could it be just another police resistence.
The darkness is now setting in.
A dying light creates an empty space.
Vulnerable hearts go missing with out a trace.
Oh how I miss her beautiful face. The salt from these tears is all I can taste.
All i can say is what a beautiful waste.

If I could travel through time.
I would make you mine.
A second chance,  we would of had that dance.
After all this time, my emotions start to show.  
I can't stop thinking of that day I had to go.
I wonder if fate is real or do we reap what we sow ?
If fate was real, i wouldnt be writing this now.
As time passes by not hearng your voice.  
My heart sinks knowing I made this choice.
Take me back in time to when I passed you by on those stairs.
We looked at each other and made our stares.
If I could go back in time, I would of never let u go.
I didn't know till it was gone.  
I can see now that your love was strong.  
I'm so sorry I did this all wrong.
I want back what I have lost.
I would pay an endless cost, if i could just travel through time.
Just to get back what I feel is truly mine.