Like a cold calloused demon
You speak words with scorching fire
To prove a point that goes beyond everything I care for.
Because you seem to get caught in pride, finding a need to be in a place
that won't have meaning when I'm gone.
"I'll call you spineless, and more over dramatic."
Because in these words demons want to chip at your soul.
And in leaving a demon is spiteful, spitting in your face
because it is cruel when it wants what it does.
No man should cause a suffering to another,
Especially when one begs that things were simple and at peace.
So what I do with my body is my choice and mine alone.
To call me a beast, is you and your own.
So leave it be that, and do not prod it into my eyes like a dagger.
Because to me, our visions and experiences quite differ.
My actions I believe are for the better,
All I care about is everyone and my other.
But if you don't believe that, don't bother.
All said and done, I just wanted to make you laugh and smile,
Now knowing the only solace of my day doesn't want me,
The darkness of sleep is the only thing that can hide me.