I shut the door and let the demons play,
They said, "This time we have planned to stay."
So I sat in the corner of a sickening black room,
And I let the voices in my head to bloom,
Heaven, for the demons,the night had become,
As I watched them with knives,offering me some,
I prayed to God to get me out of there,
"Thee soul is ours.", is what they cleared,
Eventually, I saw a light at the end of pain,
It was mercy waiting for me down the lane,
Some called me a 'hero',others said 'wicked',
But who was to judge,when I had won the ticket,
For I know that for every tear,there is a sorrow to fade,
For every dark night,there is a promising bright day