I would like to make a wish,
a wish that i've kept but never said.
Demons, i want you gone,
vanished just like thin oxygen.
You have detroyed my past,
future and preasent.
How will you learn,
do i have to spell it out.
I could do that i suppose,
in my own red iron blood.
This space is not here for you to invade,
it's not mint to be trustpassed.
it's my lie, and not your little chess game.
Your voice haunts me, my palms soaked in cold sweat.
My life is no haunted house, it's certainly not a show.
For you and you fascination.
I dream.
i am your slave,
So dear wishful star,
please chase the demons away.
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