Memoirs of a Demon

As I sit in hell it's still ripe in my mind like the plumpest apple on the tree

That hallow tipped lie you told me

"We're going to make it far."

While we were still in the driveway sitting in my car

But only I ended up on the road wishing for you upon a star

Occasionally I'd find you hitchhiking and pick you back up

Only for you to soon sneak into another man's truck

Then, again, you'd leave me feeling weightless

Pacing

My mind racing

Your memory's not erasing

There's only one way to face it

I see my salvation in this shell casing

This is a pain the most skilled anesthesiologist couldn't ease

So my cardiologist became Dr. Eternal Damnation