Their are shadows whispering in the wall,
eyes gazing at me in the hall.
These monsters chatter in great numbers,
that wake the demon, that slumbers.

The demon raises its charcoal head,
to remember its not dead, it still has a purpose to serve.
To mutilate and murder, to ruin and never mend.
Blood-stained eyes peer for its next victim,
it chose to send its fury to me.

Shadow like claws, sink sharply into my shoulders,
and its eyes lit up from the thrill of its new attack.
Venom, slowly dripping, overwhelming  my senses,
turning my love to hate, happy grins to quiet cries.

The darkness, suffocates my body and commands it.
Poisoned neddles dig under my skin, its twine pulls my attention.
No love, no one, no use, i have no life...
I live like a puppet, unwilling to live, but ripped and stuck.

These pleads I mutter  suffer and slowly die before anyone can hear,
this sadness I share simply flutters in the air, past my head...
a eternal circle of grief that i could never end.
It burns my face, driving me to madness...
angry and confused, i kneel down to pray
But this thing, this evil will always stay.

When I close my eyes, its face appears.
When i want to die, a fanged grin comes near.
Its eyes are red, its soul is black...
Its forked tongue quietly said,
"Kill you, come to me... and all your dreams will succeed."
I lie on my bed, and consider its words,
maybe tonight... I will, see if its promise is kept.