The sword in my head can’t decide
which way to swing its edge upon
my mind is clouded by demons
that wakes by the stroke of dawn

They run through the blood in my veins
and gnaw at my bones, consuming me
my soul is ripped apart bit by bit
and they said “rest in peace”

The fight is intense, the struggle is real
I reach out for the sword and swing it
at the darkness but all I did was slice
the thin air and as dusk fell upon me
it stabbed my heart

They run through my veins
and they flowed to the earth.