Animalistic Demon

Archers let loose, their arrows to the
Mass that lies in the bear emptiness.

Imagining a life of... freedom

Each night is simply a painful wonder, if I
Ventured through the evening's fall to let
Eternity take a chance to keep me if I broke,
Never turning back to the peace in normality.

Hearts have shattered, and more will break
Under the pressure of non-existing existence
Mutating its way through a snaked edge of
An impossible route that still deems to be
Naturally followed by this longing want.

Over the spines and vines that wish my body
Rendered dead, yet still I continue through.

Another day full of knowledge I wish I never
Met so that freedom could win both sides.

Inside a body lies the two both, one near the break.

Searching for an option that could lease me in an
Imitation that maybe society could understand, yet
Meaningless in everyone's minds except mine, being
Played every night I fall asleep, yearning highly to
Leech away and run and live and find itself in a
Yielding mind where it's been held under safe keep.

Aging on, but not living to full, not yet, ever,
Never reaching on - but only out of wandering fear.

And as I'm alone, my screams pierce the ears of
No longer listening minds who believe my actions to be
Imitations of a non-existence fairytale living under a
Made-up bridge, perhaps they believe I'm just
Another insane little girl with all the wrong dreams,
Lavishing herself in the true pain of those screams.

Trust long ago was lost in the hands of those
Heeding their doubt quite bluntly to me as they
Read on and spoke to others about how it was all
Inside another act of mine, of how I was young and
Veiling myself under the things I've seen on the
Inside of the television, behind the ideas of the
Nonsense shows that appeared - as it was those that
Geared my mind to take part in similar consequence.

Are they ever going to open their eyes, allow them to
See a hard-to-understand truth lying right here.

And still, I lay screaming on the ground, against pain.

Delusions seem to be living at the end of the path
Eternity has opened up to me, attempting to pick up the
Mass left on the ground in screaming, painful tears
Opened up by the thoughts of the influences that
Nobody will ever understand about myself, alone.