You know who you are.
You know what you have done to me.
Yet it does not bother you any,
but as for me
trapped in my own mind
when did I become so numb?
bruised by what has become of me
beaten by what has happened to me
lost in the darkness of the few memories
I remain empty and cold
I became part of the wounded, the broken.
Conditioned to resist, to fear
so unforgettably fragile and beautiful
my body what was once a temple
has now crumbled.
My skin now trembles with fear
fragile bones and lucid fears
a living symptom of sleepless nights
starved by you, Demon
in the depths of my mind
I don't even know you, Demon
yet you took my body and my mind.
What more do you want from me, Demon?