pandaemonium

I love it when the Banshee screams

.It relaxes my weary head

.I wish to speak, to form lines and trace of my mental

Breaking the horrible bond between the mystery of all that unknown until spoken

Things are less frightening once have a title, maybe that why even "demon" is better than your silence an unaccepting 

.acknowledgement of my existence 

Don't hid my lies

 Look at the truth behind the eyes

I marvel at your wickedness

Clear my face from false grace

 From denial

A brave front to such scared child

Stare and see the inner me

Chase me, Change me

 It your faith to bend me

Your toy to play yours to obey

 As you leave me on the floor

Wanting more