A jumble of aesthetic literature
he is a walking poetry
he's got those deep black eyes
emitting strongest gravity
he's a living mystery
only i wanna solve
hes my only sun
that i wanna revolve
he be living the life of perfection
a whole man made from Aphrodite's collection
Van Gogh's painting out of frame
Well it's the God's inequity to blame
A demon so invincible
shattering all my principles
He's got that charm
that trapped me a slave for lifetime
I don't even regret
cos not falling for him is the biggest crime...

paranoia
seeping through the scars in my arms
and into my b o n e s
second guessing myself as I stare into the dark abyss around me
waiting
for the demon to step into the light after haunting me for so long
whiplash
as I turn around to meet the presence in a cold stare
except there isn't anybody there

I Am Full The Demon
And
Half The Person
I Used
To
Be.

It burns.
It's so cold.
The ice surrounds me.
My arms and legs are swallowed whole.
It feels like fire licking me, perspiration dispersing soaking me.
My lungs are no longer working, spasing in pain.
I need to inhale, but I can't.

I need to.
But I know I cant't.
My ribs are being crushed.
My life is being ****** away from me.
The excruciating pain that is this.
The overwhelming sensation.
I know I am dying.
Slowly, Painfully.

I need to breath.
I inhale deeply, searching for the air.
I am met with ice, more and more icy crystals.
I'm kicking and getting no where, I am trying so hard.
I can hear them calling my name, 'just a little more'
I cant go anymore. Their words are not enough
I can not make it out of this, I cant fight.
I cant fight my demons, impossible
They are drowning me.
I can't get out.
Goodbye.
I tried.