They’re back
The Demons followed me here
I can feel their chilling breath on my neck
As if each goosebump were about to explode
With raging acid that could leak into my bones

Insomnia
Effortless attempts to sleep while
I’m being watched
Light seems to be the only protection
They hate light.
It makes them shiver
The warmth hinders their movements

Scattered thoughts leave me with no hope
My fingers shake at the idea
My fingers never shake.

I remember a time when demons didn’t exist
A time where sleep was accepted
Where thoughts were ignorant
They could be grinning in the corner
I wouldn’t have noticed

These songs keep me sane
The beating of the drums keeps my heart at pace
It hollows my mind from thoughts
Fills it with words of another

This cest pool is a dangerous game
Its focus, to annihilate all whom cross its path
Subliminal messages draw in its followers
Competing to claim the prize
Death .