Well,
Ive done it again .
I am my own worst enemy,
Like im my worst friend.
Its like i am my own demon.
Plauging my own name.
How do i defeat this demon.
If its in my own body i wake.
I am my own demon.
Causing my own hell.
I cannot see a reason,
Is what it tells me well.
Sometimes i lose my angels,
They have to keep a range.
Thats because this demon,
Is in control and playing games.
But these games are not safe.
There dangerous, they can cause pain.
After every tempation implyed,
The sin just brings my bane.
Sorry to all whom i hurt.
Says the real me;
Hidden inside, restrained in chains.
While this demon runs a muck.
Thats my true pain.
Its like i am my own demon.
I hurt, again and again.
But the real me just wants love.
To give and feel, in the end.
How do i defeat this demon,
If the mirror says its me.
Because killing this demon,
Would seal me to pain, worse,
Than this purgatory.
They say Gods alive,
And that the Father , He will talk.
If ive heard any thing, its that with
My angels i will walk.
But how from all That they can protect me from.
Can the save me from this demon.
From which i wish to run.
The answer i know not,
But still i must fight with what i got.
A broken heart, racing mind and body of sloath
Mind circles thoughts.
Heart feels lost,
Body is weak and my spirit,
Feels wroth.
Im sorry to those ive hurt.
Says the real me,
The real heart.
But i just might end up there again,
Even though i hate its end.
It doesnt make friends..
Enemies will be sent,
But it just cant be helped at times,
Says the demon of such a wretch.
How do i defeat once again in life,
The demon that comes around.
If the real me just wishes silently.
Making not a sound.
Well, ive done it again
