Do demons ever sleep?
    If so, do they ever dream?
Or do they just live in us,
   Only as real as we allow them to be?

In my dreams
of demons,
Sorcery of Horror
Takes hold while I'm sleeping
I wake up screaming
In the oblivionic darkness
Cold sweat and shallow breathing
I don't know what it means
but I think Nightmares could be
A gateway for your mind to see
into the Dreams
of Demons...

Silence is not keeping quiet
because you have nothing
to say...

Silence is having a lot
to say but no desire
to speak...

I don't feel the need to eat anymore.
*So I'm not going too...

The word “****”
Is something kids should never have to learn
You should never have to know what is means
To be pushed down and have them forced upon you
Its nothing youth should know
Its nothing kids should know
Its nothing anyone should know
Its just a four letter word
Turned into a world of horror
Where the word “*****”
Gets thrown around at the wrong times
How did I ever bring this hell upon myself
When the clothes I was wearing were baggy
The shirt I had was collard
My pants were long, no holes
How did I scream out
“Take my innocence
Its okay I’m thirteen today”
Because I didn’t,
And if I do recall
I said the word “no”
So how does that give you the right to say
“Oh boys will be boys”
*He was no boy
He was almost twenty

Hating life
so simple
Everybody's doing
everyday...
Instead of being grateful
For majestic things in life

Life...

It's difficult
Being happy I mean
Such evil
scattered like broken glass
All through land and sea
Of an majestic life
Majestic life only bringing tear drops and blood stains

Life

Difficulties
Of open eyes
To four black walls

Life

Sipping alcohol
Smoking ****
Blood drenched skin
Eyes drowned in tears
Skin color of black and blue
**I'm most definitely positive that I'm doing this whole teenager thing wrong.