Listening to Demons

Lying on the floor surrounded by a sea of red
Watching as I bleed out from my chest
Your words a bullet ripping through my flesh
Heart stopping as it hits it's Mark
Tears springing out as my heart contracts
Looking at you eyes wide falling back ward
Reaching out you try to grab me
Passing through me you realize I'm gone
Just a figment of your imagination
Or your own personal ghost
The girl you killed
The one you set out to destroy
The one who let you succeed
Now she's 6 feet under but breathing
How to get out?...how can she get out?
She's trapped in the prison of your mind
Unlock your scars and set her free
Alas, it's like speaking to the unrepentant deaf
Signing furiously yet you refuse to acknowledge my words
Take heed you mortal soul and let her go
Sitting in a corner hands in head you listen to these whispers
And consider them a trick of your evading sanity
But this is the only way to stop the consistent bleed
Of emotions and tears in the wee hours of the morning
Listen to your demons
The know you better than anyone else