My Own

Love of my own life. Lose of my own life.

My memories are demonic.

Never leaving me. They're chronic.

Blazing into me. Supersonic.

And I don't have any tonic.

They just won't leave me alone,

pushing static through my phone.

And the pain has built a throne

'cause I exaggerate fine on my own.

Every time I build a rhyme,

I'm giving more power to its prime.

I had started once to climb,

but I gave up. This hole's sublime.

But it inspires me to die.

Death is a breath in the midst of a cry.

And even if I'm not a bad guy,

the demons inside lead me awry.

I'm the love of my own life,

because I have no one else now.

I've labeled my skin with a knife

because I'm on the ground. How

have the demons taken over me?

I've laboring to find a friend.

Because when they see me they only see

the loss of my life. I'm at the end.

They labeled me as lost,

as around my bed I tossed.

And I tried to count the cost,

but counted snowflakes and frost. 

And the demons blaze ahead,

leaving me on the ground dead.

They have no mercy as I tread.

No mercy for my head.

It's raging with their sound,

as against my skull they pound.

And I feel them leap and bound.

I can't fight another round!

Where has all of my strength been?

I'm not completely sure when

it left me with a grin.

Now I'm dazed in an endless spin.

I'm the love of my own life,

because I have no one else now.

I've labeled my skin with a knife

because I'm on the ground. How

have the demons taken over me?

I've laboring to find a friend.

Because when they see me they only see

the loss of my life. I'm at the end.

Labeled my skin with a knife.

I'm the love of my own life.

With knife cuts on my skin.

I've let the demons in.

Can't let the demons out.

I love my own life so

I keep the demons in.

I'm letting my life go.

Knife.

Author's Note

L.O.M.L.
Love of My own life
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