The fear ignites me down to the bone.
His cackling echoing up the stairs,
Bouncing off every wall.
The fire begins to creep up to our second floor,
Devouring everything in its path.

I wake up, panic dripping out of every pore.
Panic turns into rage.
Ten years, and the past still eats me alive.
What do I have left that you haven't already destroyed?
What do I have left that you haven't already taken?

You call seeking pity and forgiveness, where there is none to be found.
I choke back a sob, knowing they will take you again.

Why did you have to sell your soul?
Why did the demons come knocking for you?
A son, a husband, a father.

You never realize what price you'll have to pay,
To take what the demons have to offer.
Have they lived up to their promises?

The demons have set fire to your soul.
And when you finally realize that,
You will no longer be a son, a husband, or a father.
It will be too late, because the demons have taken over.