The Decease Within
He whispers lies and laughs at my pain; promising more bliss and despair.
He looks with blood shot eyes, hungry for death and misery.
He is my pass to hell.
He keeps me caged, letting me see through my eyes but my screams silent.
He tells me we are one; he will always be there to help to drive those thought and problems away.
Without him I'm a sweating mess but with i wish to die.
I feel the dark growing, and pulling me under, deeper.
He tells me their cries are meaningless.