I bit open a lie and it tasted like you.

I am a Demon
I am not an inner Demon
I cut you in ways no one can see
I live in the dark, banished

I am your Demon
Once your knight, now fallen
I fight for you if called, But feared for what I will do
I can not help my blade

My sword pointed at your heart
I silently scream as it cuts in you you
I wear these chains
I wear this broken crown

Your Demon
Your forgotten
Larking quietly waiting to be called
Wishing I could be alive again

I fell for you
I am here
In spirit
In death

I watch over you
Hiding my face and form
Knowing it hurts
I don't want you to die

Keep fighting my Queen
Pick up my sword and shield
Pick up your self
And never forget how special you are

Sticky young hands
Clutching magnolias
Holding them out
Like an offering.
The unrequited love
Of years to come
Glistens in his eyes
For but a moment.

Sharp young minds
Clutching magnolias
Spinning webs of imagination
Like silk worms and spiders.
The webs, soon to be tainted
With lies and flies
And magnolias.

Bright pink magnolias
Epitome of womanhood
To brighten the rainy day
When he layed magnolias
On his mother's grave.
Only a child,
Weeping into his father's
Sullen form.
To young to understand
Death.

Sticky young hands
Clutching magnolias
Holding them out
Like a promise
To remember.