I relapsed yesterday. The feeling of that sharp silver blade. Why did I let the demon win? “Its been too long” he says.
I spent 4 years clean from your evil grasp. That dark descending need.
I'm disappointed, I'm sad, I'm in need of some rescue, can you help me?
“Yes, I can” the demon said. And soon it started again. One cut that led to too many.
I'm ashamed. Why did I let this happen? Why did I let you scream my name? Why did I come running to you, like a child playing games?
I have to admit demon, You are so relieving. But how are you my angel to my nightmare?
How are you my darkest desire, But yet, My deepest fear?
I hate you demon, But yet I love you so.
The feelings I get, When you come out to play, Are the hardest thing to handle, So I find comfort in the blade.