Walking in my head is like playing with demons,
It's pitch black, Flames of an iron will burn strong,
Blood is flowing on the floor...

Energy circulates through the air,
Anger is the wood that adds to the fire,
The energy is the starter,

My mind is strong, and determined,
Yet at the same time weak, and open,

A river of vicious thoughts flow threw,
Only once in a while pierced by the thoughts of good,
Yet even in the darkness it holds family and friends near-