deamon of my soul

as i lay on my bed
with my eyes wide open

my knife sits untouched

and my closet door starts to creak
swaying back and forth
each time it moves it gets faster
now slaming on the wall

something starts to come out
the deamon of my soul
has come for me

i wish i could kill it
but theres only one way that will happen

and thats only if i have someone to love
yet i love no one not even myself

so i let the deomon take over me
no caring wat he does