Ode to the Demon


Bleeding, and reading the poetry of yours.
Not sleeping, not eating, not doing my chores.  
Just laying around, dying to be found...sweet solitary death...please come find me.  

Not wanting, not caring, not finding the source;
of my aggression, to my friends and yours.
I dont give a fuck, and with my kind of luck,
I'll be burning in hell once more.

Dont try to fix me,
I'm not a broken machine.
Unrepairable I am,
cold hearted and mean.

Wuth skin so cold,
and an eye that could kill;
I am the beast that you fear,
and I will take you against your will.

I've lived through the blasphamy.
And died through it too.
I'm fighting this damnation alone,
and if I fail I'm taking you...

Through life and through death,
its all the same.
Even longer to live,
and even longer for the blame.

My breathing goes on,
and I shall never die.
I relive this life,
built upon lies.

Unheavenly I am,
and a reject too.
You call me a demon...
and that much is true.

I serve no purpose,
and I feed off your pain.
I've got nothing to lose,
and everything to gain.

Dont try to know me, you will not make it far.
I will crush your spirit and break your heart.

Read my anguish, feel my pain, sing my praise, hear my brain.
Dont call me crazy, dont call me vain, dont call me demon...just scream my name...

-Damon