The demon lies dormant
Waiting to be risen
Relishing my torment
Within this hellish prison
He whispers in my ear
Tells lies of who to be
As I look into the mirror
Distorts the images I see
I clamber for the sky
Amidst the muk and mire
I spread my wings to fly
But they have caught on fire
The demon speaks so softly
Beckoning my trust
To decline would be costly
Although I know I must
But do I have such courage
To slay the beast within
In my heart I disparage
I'll do anything to be thin
As the beast lets out a triumphant roar
I know it must be too late
I lay my head down on the floor
And resign myself to my fate
I think of a sweet lotus flower
As it sprouts up from the mud
Cherishing my final hour
Feel the rushing of the flood
As the demon encompasses me
Tears gush down my face
Although I hold the key
I am too weary for this race
As this battle rages ever on
I'm soon to be deceased
Forever the demons pawn
As beauty is the beast
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