He relishes in the dark
And lives among the dead
His presence is enough to cause the living dread
The assassinator of souls
And demise of men
He will strike, but you'll never know when
The fear of many yet the prayer of some
Known as the grim reaper
He'll come back again

The graveyard is his home
The dead are his friends
But today he stands among the silence of the dead
And wonders what its like to meet an end

With that thought in mind
He lights up his cigarette
Exhales the noxious smoke
And inhales the toxins
Whats fatal to the mortals
Is abortive on him
His heart is dark and existence is grim
And that burning cigarette is all of what he has

So he finds pleasure in its poison
And hopes to be its prey
Although he's aware
He'll never see that day
But that glowing cigarette
keeps his demons away...

I’m sorry I haven’t been talking lately
And if I'm being honest
I just haven’t been feeling okay
Wish I could tell you why
Something I can’t describe myself
Tears put me to sleep last night
But that’s alright
I’m used to it now
I thought morning would come
And I would forget what I felt yesterday
But it didn’t
The morning light only illuminated my demons
And shone on my flaws
In the mirror I saw
My greatest enemy
So I tried to fight it
The battlefield was me
By afternoon I lost
A war that was me
The sun went down
And so did I
So I hid in the shadows,
And slowly died…

I feel so lost, i feel so alone
But isn't that what i wished for?
Isn't that what I deserve?
To know the greeting sorrow of being in love
The demons inside me now raging out of control
I want to fly away, fly away, like a free, fearless dove
The ongoing war inside me is one I can't ignore, one i cant shove
I am broken yet I'm still fixed
This fabrication of happiness we wear like a concealed glove
To hide away the broken pieces of us like dark secrets kept hushed

Yet mere words can crumble us, turn us into dust
words can haunt you, taunt you, until you burst
This world teaches you to expect the worst
Maybe I should have never learned to trust
Maybe I should have learned to put myself first
To be altruistic in a self-serving world is the same as being forever cursed

But this world is not what i fear
Its the thoughts inside me i refuse to hear
An undefeated battle, I can't make disappear
I want to run away from myself, everything's unclear

All this pain i try to push away
Who knew breathing could make one suffocate?
For a man's biggest enemy is himself...one he can't subjugate