Sitting alone in the attic,
I shiver as I cradle my body.
In this dark I sit alone,
Cold and scared.

I've been feeling as if I'm being observed,
This dark demon that  haunts me.
It has  left me with just misery and pain,
First it kills and then possesses my body.

I shudder to think how this evil is feeding on me,
Extracting all my memory.
All there left is my soul,
And hope that one day I'll be free.