Dear Demons, 

My soul has expired,

With wounded veins

And guarded values.

You may not push me,

Or fight me without reason. 

Without timings of guilt

My heart rebuilds the 

Shatters of the once 

Damaged remains. 

Burning the memories

Of a simply delicate 

Selected mind.

Gaining knowledge of 

Reigning power against

The immensely venomous

Bane of my own.

Brought upon by the 

Crooked teeth of the

Poisonous monsters that

Lie in the shadows

Beneath the surface of

What was once a greatly 

Underestimated aura. 

No, you may not touch

The only perfected aspect

Of the patterned 

Sheet that covers the 

Eyes of my wounded 

Soul. 

In this instant, 

I present to you the 

Vigorous ending of 

Our lucid relationship. 

In this instant, 

I release you from 

Your grasps upon my 

Body.