As the night flows and hearing the wind blows.
Seeing only the moon and stars, glowing through the dark thick sky.
Only me and my demon, sitting alone in this dark, quiet valley.
Feeling my bleeding, trapped soul, continuing to bleed through my body,
Making my blood thicker and thicker.
Seeing my blood vein on my numbing, blue skin.
Hearing the voices of screaming and suffering in my ears.
Realizing it's my scarred bleeding soul, crying out for help.
Feeling the stinging on my wrist, the bleed dripping on the ground.
Then vanishing into the darkness of me shadow.
Tasting the blood from my body, coming through my mouth.
Knowing that the demon next to me, is controlling everything of me.
Trapped in his grip, not able to get free.
Just wanting the voices from my heart to go away and flow with the wind.
Disappearing with the night.
For the bleeding to stop and for my soul to feel just right.
Mostly, for my demon to go away forever.
For my demon to release me from it's tight grip.
Letting me be free and for me to control myself.
I'm tired of being trapped, caged and sore.
Sore from the cuts on my wrist and the scars on my heart.
Tired of being trapped from my happiness and freedom.
And tired of being caged by my demon of hell.
Knowing that it's not fair to have no control of yourself and soul.
Feeling nothing but the warmth of my blood, that's on my skin and clothes.
Just wanting to feel the coldness of my bleed that drys with the wind.
Knowing that the bleeding on my body has stopped.
For me to walk into the darkness.
Away from my demon and for me to feel the freedom
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