Sylvia Plath
I’m quickly coming apart strand by strand
I let him in, now we are intertwined
I can’t suppress the red demon’s demand
I’m nothing more than an abyss come and
Explore the dark precipice of my mind
Unravel the mess that I can not stand
Cold, alone, and I could not understand
You bastard, how could you leave me behind?
I can’t suppress the red demon’s demand
You tasted the fruit from another land
Pig, for seven years I was confined
Unravel the mess that I can not stand
Failure I have experienced firsthand
I tried, and tried, but, then I just resigned
I can’t suppress the red demon’s demand
I’m done, I have accepted his command
Now I am his, in soul, body, and mind
Unravel the mess that I can not stand
I can’t suppress the red demon’s demand
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