Dominated by my own mind
Scarred and poisoned
No way to make it go away
Somehow clinging to the brink of life
While being pulled down
By my demons
Just waiting for the right second
When i slowly lose my grip to existence
When i get to tired
I'm holding onto life
As if i was hanging off a cliff
While the consequences are much greater
A mountain lion is wanting his needs to be met
Which do i choose?
Satisfy my demons or satisfy myself?
I'm still hanging on
Until i see a person rescuing me
From the pain and anxiety
That my demons have slowly crept into my brain
Or until the mountain lion
Finally loosens his death grip on me