The demon behind

   

I wish I could go
I wish I could stay
But I can not remember
My name.

From the darkest hell
You came for me,
But I can not remember
A thing about me.

I feel betrayed
And I don't know why
A demon is following
Me from behind.

The hour is late,
But I know I have time;
Time to forgive
The demon behind.

I know that I shoudn't
But I go after him.
The demon awaits
And I remember me.

I fell and he cought me,
I tryed to fight, but I couldn't,
The love that I have
Is nothing but hate,
That consummes me.

What is to know
When you know nothing?
What is to know
When you feel betryed?
What is to know
When your love is hate?