Demons kicking it with their own little escapes.

My wrists are cut but do you even care?

No of course you don't, it's your job to make my life miserable you and the others.

Dawn again, drink your soul away until there's nothing there.

I'll spiral into my own pain and i'll get what they deserve
I always do.

Another day surrounded by demons who sell their souls for fame and popularity
just to have their names known.

Slip away into the world where fame, beauty and popularity do not exist where
the victimised ones are free.

I'll watch the souless demons destroy me, but they're destroying themselves.

One day i'll have my paradise, run free tell me none of this is real and watch me spiral.

hello

revolving round brightly
supani