I feel good, but cry sadly in my head

Alive, while totally dead

Take on the world, if I could get out of bed

Look out world there are demons to be fed

They run and hide with every scream

Their eyes a death filled green

Check for monsters in your head

Always there, left for dead.

Old and lost personality

Long forgotten lies said quietly

Lost and gone from humanity

Now buried deeply

Things will be lost, things will die

You are the reason children cry

Because of the harm you bring

The reason behind everything

Like and unwanted toy, thrown away

Nothing left but dark day

Good rot nothing here to stay

Never there, memories say