in a dark room

in a dark room

i stand

a symbol to forgotten love

a proof of a purity so white

that the room turns red.

to red it turns

i dont know why

not to white

as it should

but with red

i went

seeking a refugee

from those sparking white eyes

following me in every step.

i try to see

to whom those eyes belong

and see that

my little demon

has come to life.

shining straight from my heart

a haunted smile escapes his closed lips

and a hand reaches high 

in praise of God

only then do i know

that my little demon has come

and came it did

when all hope faded

when all the beating in my chest

has left me

then i knew

that my time has come

long have i dreaded it

long have i wanted it

and long have i sat in a corner

scared to look around

as the red light appears again

and long still

will my demon live

in hope to catch another one

in its trap laid ready under thee feet

but beware

for my little demon with sparkling eyes

has the power to end life...