• These demons they come only for the amusement of this tortured soul
    They place the memories of such sweet backstabbing
    or the friendly abuse
    that seems only to leave more marks apone my body than before.
    I can taste what I had drank and smoked.
    I can see the way you hung around
    I remember you leading me away from them all to hide away.
    But then you took my weaken state and played with it in your hands.
    You used me and left me with your misdeeds and demons.
    I tried to hide the soiled soul and heart away from cerious eyes.
    That intended to show among my loved ones my bad ways.
    You took a precious gift that was intented for the person I love away from me.
    I told you no, my sweet destruction.
    With out realising what you did, you have lead me to a way to live.
    Handing me a razor to heal the scars you ripped open and hid away.
    Memories dim but never truely go away.
    Remeber this sickly amusing.