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’t 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 your plan.
Nothing matters in your mind, everything is gone.
Why’d you chose to ring his bell? The best of you was on!
Hunger pains when you can’t eat.
Insomnia when you need sleep.
Poison pulsing through your veins
You 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