I've got demons inside of me,
Maybe even the devil in disguise
My heart is now black, the bad thoughts sincere
I ask, but, pity I receive
when I have shed all of my cries
Those thoughts, these actions
In my mind, they taunt and play
I hate him! Get revenge!
These thoughts I ponder, before I even say
The devil and his minions, they sit upon my shoulder
These bastardly beings, crawling into my ear
"do it", "do it", those words I often contemplate
These evil, evil thoughts, so pure and sheer
I've got demons inside of me,
The legion, as they stand
Engulf and consume my innocent thoughts and
I shall release these forces, but,
in his ear, they shall land...
The Process of Pain Stage Two: Reminiscence
Why do I still think of you,
through the night and in the day?
I have an infestation of you in my dreams. Please,
leave my thoughts and the love will decay.
Fun, happy, sad, passionate times,
your laugh, your smile, your voice,
I feel you in my presence, but it's not real
I must accept facts, sadly, I have no choice.
I try to cloud my head with useless thoughts
because I really miss your touch.
Sometimes I smile, sometimes I cry
yet these thoughts, they don't help much.
I remember you, I remember us and
I will cherish the good I know.
I miss the happiness I felt, remembering what I want to hate
I wake up on a new day with my head still hanging low.
The Process of My Pain Stage Three: Sadness
My face is wet
My cheeks are too
My heart is shattered and scattered
I thought I was over you
I question why,
what did I do wrong?
I lost myself, am I the blame?
Why should I suffer for so long?
You loved hard and I loved harder
but was it even real?
My actions, so impulsive, I should have been smarter
The promises you made,
they are gone with the wind
they float and fly until they graze another girl
That hurts to know, but good wishes I will send
I gave and I got
what I should not have received
months later I am only taping myself together.
A better day is all I need
The Process of My Pain Stage Four: Moving On
Who is this? This new guy,
his warm embrace melts the old love away
I cannot hold onto you anymore.
People talk and I hear what they say,
"He's just one guy." But,
there's so much more
to this story, I don't dare admit
Some things are meant to lie in my core
I'm proud to say, so proud to believe
but, guess what? I'm moving on!
Those bleak days I once lived
are in the past, please God let them stay gone.
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