Demons in the wall
Demons in the hall
Demons in my mind
Demons you will find

an untimely death is so much better than to live an unwanted life

Tick tock goes the clock and all the years they fly.
Tick tock goes the clock as all the hours die.
Tick tock goes the clock as time passes all us fools.
Tick tock goes the clock, till silence fills these halls.

I don't run from monsters, often I hate the rest of it's victims just as much as it does. I have a chat with it and then offer to help with it's hunt.....when we're done we have tea and crumpets

We're born into the night like Children of the damned. And our pain will shine our light to, those who understand.

She dwells in the darkness that over shadows her, Tearing up her life and destroying whats left inside of her, Bleeding from her heart as they slowly pull it from her chest, Lost and alone she lays there and she weeps, Where can she go? Who can she turn to? When will the pain end that is slowly tearing her in two.

I have been bent , burned, and thrown to the ground but now I'm in a better shape.

I hurt myself.......
so that I feel alive...

And I wonder where you are
And if the pains ends when you die.
And I wonder if there was
Some better way to say good-bye.

“I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”