The inner child, in me, cries through the night.
Waking the adult, I pick up the pieces.....
I wear the mask...To hide my true delight.
In pity's stew I love to feed the hunger.
Basking in my self pity
It is a dark place
To hide the demon inside..
Once running after being set free....."Blood site in the city."
I enjoy the pain....Instead of the bland and Melancholia.
Here i lay in my home made cell.
Savoring the taste
Of the Charred after-math..
The Demon Returns to fight and laugh in the bowels of Hell.