Clouded Demon

I was a sick fiend

Who beat heaps of rust

To meet me would mean we'd compete til' out feet gushed

I was the king but

I feel like I'ma com-bust

I can't breath because I'm six feet deep in the mud

Defeat is enough

This treatment is tough

I say I'm strong

But I just keep on beating me up

It's easy to cup the pain and laugh it off

Because when I get home suddenly the mask comes off

The flask is tossed

Chemicals are splashed across

My skin and the laughter is blackened with ash and dust

Attack I must

My lack of trust

Causes me to be an a*s when I'm asked to love

The passion thrusts 

Bursting the pain back at me

I slit my wrists

Just to see how black it bleeds

It nags at me

You're just a bunch of fallacy

So maybe you should think twice before attacking me.