I remember what it felt like,

To have two halves.

One light, and one dark.

All this time I'd thought the darker side of me,

Was the one holding me back,

Filling me with sorrow.

I thought that half was my Demon,

And the lighter side was me.

But now one of my halves has been killed.

It was the half of my Demon...it was the lighter side.

My Demon allowed my to feel.

It brought life back into my numb body.

It had grown to love it so,

That I thought my dark half,

Was the one bringing me down.

I thought my Demon was the thing,

To make me numb before.

I'd thought it had finally started to back down,

Allowing the real me (my lighter half) to shine through.

But I was wrong.

It was my lighter half all along,

That held my Demon.

I was the darker half,

Bringing myself down.

My Demon lifted my back up again,

And tried to give me another chance.

But now they've killed my Demon.

I was tied down and forced to watch,

As they killed it right before my eyes.

They say it wasn't good for me.

They say it was killing me.

But dying is better than not being able to feel.

What use is living if you have nothing?

I mourn over the death of my Demon,

Not even left with a grave.

Only memories stay with me.

My Demon had been my lighter half all along.

I had been my other half.

I had been the darker half.

The darker side has won again,

And I am numb once more.

Without my Demon I am nothing.

Without it I lost what could once be a salvation.

I wasn't strong enough,

Without my Demon to lean on.

One half alone is not enough.

I am no longer whole.

I will never be whole again,

Until I can finally find my other half.

Two halves make a whole.

Two broken souls can mend together.

Even though my Demon is dead,

Maybe there is a chance for me,

To find a new half.

Something to make me whole again,

So I can be fixed,

And feel once more.