The Melting Paper

I can feel the demon within

I try to not allow it to begin

My soul starts a spin

Fiction rips through facts

Body contorts and mind snaps

Reality bends and cracks

Lost in clouds of confusion

Gripping to what im losin

Hitting when its already bruisin

Arrived at where i can not retreat

No moving the past with only feet

Time to march with no beat

Getting hard to see who is a friend of me

Or how many of them are an enemy