Your eyes burn red,
As the demons sit inside your head,
Awaiting for tears to spill
Before tempting you to take another pill
You clutch your heart in some fright,
Knowing that you are going to die tonight,
Some part of you whispered to put up a fight
And you tried... But now it seems you have no more might.
Happiness.
Life.
Will to live.
Is something that you cannot just give.
As the chill of the death infused capsule touches your lips,
You will grit your teeth as the demons beg you for one last sip
Of the pain.
The fear.
as Death draws you near
And cradles you within its crooked embrace
Glances over your dying body with some haste
Your body heaving a chilling sigh
But the Demons will forever whisper, and torture inside.

A poets heart
Is that of torn and tattered pages
Filled with words that beg to be expressed
That most will deny, and keep repressed
So filled with vengeful hate,
Twisted love,
Sweat-breaking fear,
Painful anger,
Created not by the friends they keep close
But the demons they host
My heart is that of a poet
Cold, but true
And if you understand what the demons mean,
Well then
You might be one too.

The silence is sickening,
As I watch your expression change
Just after my confession, your heart flew into a rage,
You balled your fists in anger, holding with all your might,
I watched nervously as you did, then I closed my eyes tight
The pain struck me like a bullet, but was not what I thought
As I opened my eyes, you will still standing there, distraught,
I wanted to ask him why, but I did not let those words slip
As watch a hot tear fall down down his face, and he parted his lips,
"You know you have broken me"
He said with a crooked smile
And that was when I felt the real meaning of pain
The pain of a painted smile

Hot tears that fall,
filled with pain and hatred
My throat is tight like a noose,
Begging for my soul to be let loose
Of the Pain,
The fear
What am I doing here?
I should be embraced in your arms
So warm
So tight,
But right now, I doubt I will make it home tonight
The death-wrapped blade pierces my heart
Splattering the sidewalk with my ****** red art.
The shadow cracked a crooked smiled and reach into my pocket
Shuffling and searching, before putting its hand on my wallet.
With that, the shadow leaves, disappears into the dark night
Taking with him, my wallet... But also my life
I flutter my eyes as my heart pounds in my head
Slower
Slower
Slower
*Slow-

You write so beautifully**
                *Your mind must be a twisted place

When I was a little girl,
I watched my mother smoke,
I watched as it consumed her lungs, often causing her to choke
When I asked what it was, she told me it was Dragon fire
I believed her in a heart beat, Thinking it was magic of unattainable desire.

My mother was a dragon
She could breath fire, she could fly
Little did I know then, it was the dragon that caused her to die.

The black coal took over her lungs, the claws ripped at her throat,
As the dragon latched on, there was little hope.
Her wings grew weaker, as they became tattered and fragile
but my mother still drank in the toxic embers, it was her addictive desire.

As her breath began to falter, and her flame began to die,
Her candle blew out, now it was really her time to fly.

Even**
       I remember that sometimes
Angels
        Cannot even help me
Fly
      Away from all this painful emptiness and I feel
Alone
       and yet I am right beside you darling