written by The Scorpion
(Copyright March 1999)
Lately, a demons have crawled into my dream when I lay my head down
Tormenting me with pleasure of aching so many times that I lost count
I walk with my shoulders sinks from the pressure of the world's weight
Strangle with ideas ponder inside my heart, and tempting of a tragic fate
Lost confusion thats takes a control of me, shadowy images of my hate
Possessing my weakness, taking every bit of me, welcoming to the gate
Crushing my heart to particle that even your naked eye can see straight
Spinning thoughts to obilivion, shatters pieces served on a china plate
Wrapped my heart into hopeless arms, suffered soul that ends a dream
Drenching every ounce of pride in me, until nothing is what use to seem
Conquering the soft part, my twinkling eye comes with a burning passion
Swallowed a lump in a throat, wishing to stop the heart is half the fraction
A Demons crawls into my dream, lying beside me and I hear its soft whisper
Comforting me with lies and schemes, blowing into the wind like a twister
Untimely moments pushing me away, I'm trapped in the back of the corner
Melting with its heat of desire, leaving my yearn to live in the back burner
In the midst of choas, my determination of feeling I would rather give in
Burning with its conversation, talking in my sleep when I know I can't win
Dark sky hovers a wounded soul, leaving my heart in the outside in the cold
Wicked laugh at my pain, smirks at my past, only the future will soon unfold
Stress builds up, grabs your attention and you feel your right on the edge
The devil's tool, the devil's fool, just a pawn its game, I'm realizing the pain
Welcoming the demons, thats just seems to crawl slowly and the fear remain
Mysterious words, bias to me, another meaning, of this double edge sword
No recognition to a brain, no idea, one life to live of something I can't afford
Recovering the lost memory, surrounded with cries of wanting to break free
Seems to hunger for it, starving for a taste of something that won't never be
Covered with deciet and blinded by its temptation, and drawing me to end
Its final destination, a closure, its last stage, the demon inside will descend
Destroying the vision, the image of it, no longer a deam in my self-esteem
Its an all illusion, build by confusion, stacking bricks and hoping I'll dream
THE END