Demons

The demons call my name,
trying to take the power I was given.
but i only have one bullet left.
Dont forget my silence,
and mistake it for kindness.
I have one foot in the grave,
Silently, patiently waiting,
To step out into the grass
for my next victims tresspass.
It all ends here,
I regret the day I became weak,
allowing the demons to consume what I had left.
I lay there emotionless and awake.
Feeling as though I sleep with my eyes open.
tired and strengthless.
The thin road at which
I've been forced to walk,opens doors.
I must choose, light or shadow.
Now on this bed I lay,
wanting life to delay.
I have no more bullets left.
The demons called my name,
Crying for my return.