I Need to break FREE from these chains holding me down to the cold hard ground..
My soul is weeping as it wings are cut and mutilated so it can no longer fly high up into the sky feeling the winds of freedom...
My Mind Is CRACKING under the pressure of perfection in anothers eyes trying to be what they desire...
My heart is bleeding as it is being lashed with whips of hate and neglect its blood spalshing upon the ground staining the beating hands and the ground they stand upon...

I need to be set free from this prison built around me..surrounding me.closing in on me and holding me down never letting me go.
Captures laugh and point like im a dumb animal in a sideshow created merely for their amusement.
I cry, and cry till i can cry no more.
Now not who i once was before , hiding who that person is and letting free the demon in me.

Bloodlust filled heart and hate filled eyes with a burning desire bring fire upon this earth spreading destruction to everything in its path!
Lies and deception are its main tools, playing all people for fools as i was once played.
Under the pressure of hated gazes and venom spewing mouths my demon keeps its cool.
Now inside me my demon rules.
So cruel is its mind and how hard its heart is blackened by years of dried blood and a soul so broken its almost not even there.
Claws rip through the souls of unsupecting captures of old.. tearing through their minds, destroying their thoughts turning them into unthinking zombies... eyes staring blankly forward in a dumbfound expression.
Timeles now will their expression be of wonder in how this could happen to them.

Please Set me free!!! This Deamon isnt the true Me!!! Why do i hafta sit back and See all the destrcution caused all for Me. For the pain caused, the innocence stolen, the youth i will never have back as i was shoved head first into the future of an adult.
I scream!!

I am tearing apart and reforming .... a creature of the two sides of me.. an angel with drooping wings and a halo set upon her head with eyes looking forlornly at the worlds mistakes wishing to help as just to her side the tattered and blood red wings of the deamon are held high above a horned head glaring upon the world with hate and lust for destruction.

Set me Free.

~Charity