The Demon Within

A hand was placed on a grave, My OWN grave, My mind was stuck in emptiness, While my soul was leaving me... Slowly... The craft was placed in a broken shaft, The anger... The pain... The dying within, Was killing me faster than a naked eye, My heart and pain felt like a lie, In the back of my head i wanted to die. I dug out the dirt and pulled out the coffin, Only to see a manikin holding a bloody rose, The madness is falling close, I can feel it creep in my spine like a demon.. The flashbacks of the past, My legs are feeling like a blur fast, I start to feel this is my last. I begin to look up at the moon to find a peace of mind, The demon soon turned kind, But only for awhile till it comes back, And then I will end up with a heart attack. Stress can work you up, Pain can slow you down, Depression can make you frown, And the demon is your fellow friend Called anxiety...