The demons, they will come crawling,
Slowly but surely, in due time
My eyes will once more be bawling,
Partaking in victimless crime.

See, if I, the party of one
(As I've always been in my life)
Do consent to what I have done
Then there is no reason for strife.

Matters not where I brought the blade,
Or intent that I did possess,
Since they were choices that I made,
What I find to be great success.

My judgement is not always sound,
Not when those demons come crawling
To their whims I find myself bound,
I cannot resist their calling.