DemonsYou don't know me.(beat)
What I'm like.(beat)
Your mind can't even begin to comprehend the things I've seen,(beat) the things I've done.
Whoever thought that life was a blessing was either oblivious beyond compare,(beat) or lying.(beat) Life (beat) is a CURSE! One of which we are forced to endure everyday.(beat)
Some, wallow in self pity (beat) suffocating inside their own minds.(beat) While others, embrace their dark corners. (beat) We let our demons engulf us, until they're no longer our fears (beat) but our friends.(beat)
we are our own demons.(beat)
All those monsters under our beds.(beat) All those nightmares that leave our blood running cold.(beat)
(words spoken in a staccato/broken up sort of way) And every little thing that goes bump in the night.(beat)
All your scars,(beat) your tears,(beat) your suffering (beat) all caused by you,(beat) your own mind. (beat)
Am I beginning to scare you?
(beat, as if you're waiting for a response)
Why Can't They?Why can’t they see the pain they cause?
Why can’t they just let it go?
No, they continue to destroy our minds
For reasons we may never know
They say we’re not good enough
That we don’t have that perfect face
Why do they say that?
It’s as if we’re a disgrace
We try to be perfect we really do
But it’s seems it’s never good enough
So where does that leave us?
Each of our hands locked in cuffs
These hand locks of society
They will never let go
We are nothing but a trophy
That needs to be buffed before put on show
They say we can’t live till were perfect
But that’s not what we feel
We don’t know that we’re already perfect
So we bring out blades of iron and steel
Why can’t they see the destruction they’ve caused?
Why do they continue take where there is already loss?
They’re greedy, selfish, and cruel
But yet we still let them rule
The DreamThe sun beat down, she could feel heat baking her skin as layers of it peeled off. No food for a week, no water in 2 days, she could tell the malnourishment was taking a toll on her body. She tried to scream out for help, but no sound came out, only air. She tried again and again, but it accomplished nothing, other than giving her shortness of breath. She knew that if she didn’t find a source of water soon she would become unconscious and then die. How long she had before this happened, she did not know.
She continued to walk for what felt like hours, still no food or water. She felt all life she had left draining from her body. She took a step, only to find herself face down in the sand. She felt the small grains filling her mouth and nose, drying them out, but she didn’t have the energy to stop it. She lay in the sand with one thought “Death please just take me know!” she had had enough. She was ready, and willing, to die.
“Darling, wake up or you’