your love is deadly;
only you
could break me twice.

I know what they said
But

It's a lot harder
To separate myself

From what
Escapes me.

Bit by bit,
Tissue by flesh

It's not enticing
And I know the doctors said

She wouldn't know
She didnt have a brain just yet

But I do
And it's burning
With non-descript
Condemation

Isn't it crazy?
As kids we were scared
Of the monsters under our beds
But little did we know
The monsters
Were all around us...

I'm hungry, but I can't eat.
I'm tired, but I can't sleep.
I'm sad, but I can't cry.
I'm suicidal, but I can't die.

adopt a demon tonight
and if you're a writer
she'll help you become a
great one even
It is worth exposing yourself
to her
You won't call her a demon,
of course. That term is offensive
You'll refer to her as The Muse,
your muse
and she will visit you when the
time is right
and the time will be right
when you start doing your thing
You'll see.