No Control

Night
Falls into yesterday
The pain
Recedes
But not gone
It'll come back
Today

Nightmares
Eternal
Red blood
Staining
My mouth
Screaming
My heart
Ripping itself apart

Angels
Demons
Always fighting
Inside for control
I have no control
Over me
Over you
Over God
Over anything
Anymore

This pain
Is too much to bear
I can't stand it
I can't believe it
I can't breathe
I'm drowning in my own self
Nothing can save me.
A/n: Great, gothic poetry. Fear. R&R. Note, that I want comments
on my writing style, not who I am or what I should do. Thank
you. And no, I am not Goth, I am not a cutter, etc. I was just
really bored and in a slightly angsty mood. Question: Should I
keep posting my poems, or just take off Demon Boy?