The Poetry of a Young Dreamer

The True Demon is You

I always think,
Mulling over everything.
Yes, I know it's true.
The true demon is you.

The voices in my head,
Haunting and twisted.
I hate it so much,
The true demon is you.

Your eyes watch and observe,
Blue and cold hearted.
You seemed so kind.
The true demon is you.

I live for your smile,
Hoping to see it everyday,
But you look so melancholy,
The true demon is you.

Just hold me,
Keep me close to your warmth.
The warmth of hell.
The true demon is you.

Help me, please,
You're all I have.
I don't care anymore.
The true demon is you.

I can't live without that touch,
Without that voice.
I'll die without you.
The true demon is you.

You hurt me,
You hate me.
Why do I love you?
The true demon is you.

Perhaps that's why,
Why I love you.
At least you notice my existence.
The true demon is you.

You're my everything,
I'm your doll.
That's our tragic love story.
The true demon is you.

Our tale will never end,
It will live in generations to come.
A man hurting the woman he loves.
The true demon is you.

Change our story,
Make it happy instead.
Be good and nice, though you never will.
The true demon is you.

No, stories don't change.
Not ours, at least.
History tends to repeat.
The true demon is you