Demons

Little demons little demons
You're always haunting my soul.
Keeping your darkness in
Making my heart turn into mold.

You always leave me in thought,
Will I ever see the next day?
Or maybe I'll just see myself in a very old grave.

Your persuasion and pressure, it's so bad.
You always fill the inside of my mind, with your load full of crap.

You taunt me, you patronise.
You're the devil's advocate..
Always debating on the facts.
If i should live or suffocate.

I fear of dying alone, yet interaction kills me.
It's like the real me wants warmth.
But my demons want steam.

They want to burn like never before
And to make me live in their ashes.
Who will i be then, who am i now?
Will i ever know myself, before my mind crashes.