Seems I have issues,
Seems I need life,
Seems I can’t breathe,
Seems I will die by the coming
of night and the demons in you.
Do I have joy?
Do I need help?
Do I crave blood?
Do I bleed in the moonlight
When the demons come to breed?
How do I live?
How can I love?
How does it work?
How wil I exist in here
When my hole is filled with fire?
Will I breathe when my soul,
Is choked with the ash,
Of the burning desires eating,
Away my heart. And will you,
Just stop with the voices!!!
These incessant voices that,
Plague my spirit and rule.
Rule my life and,
My dreams. I can’t,
Stand still wth the sickness,
And impending,
Death.