indigosakura13

The Demon Inside Back then the demon inside me wasn't there, I had friends; I was happy, content, I didn't know pain, or the heavy silence, That looms in the air after a sin. Now, the demon inside me is a black, cloudy sphere, Possessing my soul, turning it cold, My friends are distant, don't return my calls, I now know pain, and the heavy silence, That looms in the air after a sin. In the future, my soul is cold, dark, I don't know the word, 'friends', I'm happy and content after seeing red, I'm oblivious to pain, and the heavy silence, That looms in the air after a sin, It's a daily routine, in my evil, possessed heart.