Staring at the ceiling,
Staring at my phone,
Why am I feeling this?
What's going on?
Heart's pounding hard,
I'm about to lose it now.
I thought this would be a good day,
But who's enjoying it now?
I was born for a minute,
Then the demons ***** me.
They tied me up on a tree,
Said for them, I am a real deal.
What a good day it is, indeed!
To be alive,
Is to be a feast for the devils.