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When This Devil Dies
i will have my peace being the person i used to be
no more torment
no more tears
i am God's soldier fighting for no more fears
the clamp on my heart will be gone making it beat once more
i see what all i am fighting for
its a battlefield, my home, my heart, my mind, my soul
but when i and my demon are one i will be again whole
my old self will return from the dirt
uncovering herself from the earth
and i will walk on it again
i will smell the flowers again
life will not die in my hands
no more blood on my wrists
no more depression fits
love will return, perhaps it never left
and this time i well not fear of gashes in my neck
i want to feel my skin warmed not just my chest
and pulse return from the depths of agony
these past months have just been confused love and tragedy
some days i want to just give up and let my demon have me
but i know i cannot give in after a year of grief
I've lasted this long all the way grinding my teeth
biting my lips and taping my fingers
and i still see demonic figures
between the small black mass i see out of the corner of my eye darting
and the frogman i see growling and running towards me just to when light struck turn into a dog
but i know what i saw
the Virgin Mary, my first sighting
and whispering i hear at night and through phone static
the thrust of my swing set being pulled to the ground when I'm on my swing
and the feeling of a presence behind me in my room
experience with all five senses
now tell me ghosts and demons aren't real
but that doesn't mean they cant disappear
its only been a year that I've seen the devil's spies
maybe they will when this devil, my demon dies
