Demon Hunter

I'm growing partial to detesting a disease in me.
It's head swells into beautiful. Dependency.
With teeth that feed on flesh and everything.
I swear I am not.
A small price to bleed and give you everything that you want.
Dancing with the spirit, giving heart to pump a dirty vein.
Leaving with a scar, a uniform to bruise a perfect stain.
Anything you hate will be the root of everything you breathe.
Breathing in the dirt will leave you hating all that you conceive.
I try to push myself up, I'm breaking from the inside.
I'm slipping through the cracks and i try to push it out of mind.
Switch, you've got to turn your back and run.
To push it out is just a patch to heal a gaping wound.
A brass tack to pin a hair and heal a broken tomb.
I never thought i'd be the one to bring it down to this.
My last thought is through a statement and a shattered fist.