Demons In These Hands

Do you see these demons in my hands? 
They fight to draw, they fight to paint 
They want my soul, they want my canvas, they want my vision 
Pull my hand to draw the macabre 
Pull the other to draw the tears 
Pull it again to draw the devotion 
Pull me a fool to draw my dreams 
Do you see them fighting my heart for my fingers? 
Sketch my death, and paint my life 
Release the withering corpse my body starts to become 
Release the pounding in my head 
Do you see the way they fight to clear me so? 
They force it out and I want it to stay 
They cut my heart to release the poison 
They spill it on a page to show the world 
Maybe then I wouldn't scream so much 
Scream inside my head 
But I need it, need it to be this way 
They want to host my body, only them, only them
They want to use my heart, the want my hands, they want my hands 
Do you see them spilling my secretes on the paper? 
Cleansing me, only to ingest me, infest me 
The demons in my hands make me bleed into the work 
The demons in my hands make me bleed into the world