My hearts just too soft so I'm going Through it in a cage and lock it up never to come back out

But where do I go when I've lost hope?
When desolation hugs me
a soul so shattered
                                  You cant breathe

Live or die?
Both are just a lie to comfort us
But who will you be when all we really are is just
             *dust

This fist of a man
Who painted pictures
Of black and blue
On a woman
Is a *anker that crushes the heart

Guns raised high in the sky
Bullets fly bye
Screams bounce from wall to wall
Clouds low to the ground
Rats running all around
Lines sound
We're all hell bound

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...

All of my dreams came true when you said yes.

Laying in bed
Telling secrets
Asking questions
*I miss those days.