My jagged soul, unrest
Clawed demons dwell beneath
Brittle bones, of steel, or so I thought
Weathered away, the demons scrape and scamper
But oh, it’s only heartburn, just mild heartburn
Just hand me an antacid
And I guess I’ll be okay.

I’m popping pills, churning, fizzing
Spewing remedy and pain relief, physically at best
And I’m pleasantly numb, I’m dead, I’m frozen

But the demons, so fucking unrelenting.

Choking my vocal chords, I stomach the suffering
On the borderline of breakdown, and I can’t even scream
Anguish, shredding my flesh from the inside
Leaving scarless, flawless skin, and I’m so undeserving

I’d sooner take a knife to the chest
Slash the demons, slit my heart open
To hack at their cruel indifference
Than deal with the torment inflicted.