Deflated are my insides as I try to take a breath.
Just an empty shell as I refuse to get some rest.
I lack all the energy to beg and scream and yell.
The demon’s back to haunt me for I chose to ring his bell.
My soul is missing from my breath, but I found him in this pen.
I can not see the light from here or any way to end.
My words are working magic now that I can’t feel inside.
Art will never save us all, it’s just a way to hide.
I wish to live without the pain, but pain is what I am.
When suffering is self induced you give up on the plan.
Nothing matters in my mind, everything is gone.
Why’d I choose to ring his bell? The best of me was on!
Hunger pains when I can’t eat.
Insomnia when I need sleep.
Poison pulsing through my veins
I can not stand the day to day.
Will the demon let me go?
And if so, will I know?
How much evil lives inside
My deflated self that I must hide…
Written by Randall Evans