My Demons

My demons will get me in the end.
And even though against them I'll contend,
This is not a fight I'm meant to win;
It never was, in the end.

I wanted to write you love songs,
But instead all I offer you is pain;
A tear stained, blood soaked sacrifice.
I'm smothering my own heart; I could not refrain.

Was this by design; somehow pre-ordained?
Do you command me to suffer?
Is this relentless cruelty a thing you named?
Am I tethered because I couldn't be tamed?

I don't know what I'm stumbling over,
But I know only in death will I be freed.
And as I let my demons all eat me,
Into this madness I will concede.