Everywhere I go I hear a faint scream of a demon,
I just want to crawl into a hole.
Then I feel the last brain cell leaving,
Suddenly I feel like I am impaled on a pole.

I pick up the gun with all the strength from my soul,
I look at the barrel and then the size.
Then I pull the trigger and feel a new hole,
I lay there dead...and begin to rise.

~Duff C.

No one came to stand beside me,
As the demons screamed in vain.
No one even likes me,
But rushes when spoken of my name.

Yet, I wonder why I am so favor'd,
with hatred, darkness and pain
to live through all of these nightmares
again and again and again.

It's four-thirty-two in the morning,
while I'm sitting here wracking my brain
feeling so damn tired and frightened
feeling so lost to the pain.

Feeling the old pain of losing,
all that I once held so dear
lost in death's senseless ranting
lost in an instant of fear.

~Duff C.