The demons down inside of me,

They eat my soul, won't let me be.

I ask them nice to set me free,

They just point and laugh at me.

The demons love to torture me,

They show me things I don't care to see.

Dressed up in my Sunday best,

Arms folded neatly across my chest.

What the hell, how can this be,

Where the hell's my family,

My friends and everyone I know,

Why am I here, I'm all alone.

Do they not know, or care that I'm dead,

Were they all lies, everything that they said.

They said they would be here, with me 'til the end.

If this is the end, then where are my friends?