Feed My Deamons Poem by Ellen Rose Kelley

I feel it flooding in,
I let the fears all end.
I'm making this begin,
This will never happen again.

I want to see my blood run red.
I want to feel my body dead.
I want to watch my live end.
I want my deamons to be fed.

My deamons,
They scream, they want let out to play
I no longer will keep them at bay.
My live will end, this is the way.
I was never here to stay.

Remorse only lasts so long,
My deamons,
I can't make them be gone.
The thoughts are like my favorite song,
And now my heart has turned to stone.

I know how this will hurt you so,
and I'm not sure i want to go,
but my thoughts have reached their all time low,
And i need to cease this pain and woe.