The demon,
Who lives in everyone.

Tolerating pain,
Brain's gone, makes you feel insane.

The roads we try to take,
Are always ending up a mistake.

Dwelling on life,
Feeling that rush of pain from the knife.

The world is filled with a sreak of blinding light,
Out of mind, out of site.

Feeling the prick from the red rose,
Life is almost like a story told in prose.

No more forsaken goodbye's,
No more eternal lies.

Counting the hours of how many times we fall,
Nonetheless resumed, we have no strength at all.

Over the years we slowly mature,
And yet we're all so insecure.

You cannot deny, there is a demon,
In everyone.