What is it, that's keeping me awake
A silent night yet, too much noise
My head is throbbing, bad is my ache
One by one, I try to recognise the voice

Stuck in my head, like several tracks
All play at once, making me mad
A painless antidote, is what my brain lacks
But right now, I am feeling so scared

I've heard of demons of such measures
Often taking people to be at refuge
Play with their minds for their pleasures
Then casting them away for another use

I curse this pain and the demons in hell
Maybe, I to, will burn with them soon
No one will hear me, if I literally yell
The only witness shall be the moon...

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