The Deceiver.


There’s a demon in the ceiling;
I can see it looking down on me.
It is in the walls now;
Who do I call now?
I can’t stop it;
Here it comes to **** me.


I sit in silence; I’m too frightened,
To make a sound or run away from it.


It starts to talk to me, but I can’t understand.
It gets angry and then the lamp goes bang!
The bulb explodes and the curtains fly open!
I’m so frightened, but my mouth is still trying to speak;
But I cannot speak,
Because the demons mind,
Seems to have control of mine.


Whispered whispers…
Sinister hisses.
The whole room flashes and I am taken away…


I don’t recognize this place;
I hear a scream of pain.
I see the future and I can see her face.
I beg for salvation, but no one is listening;
The knife is glistening and then her screams die out.


Whispered whispers…
I still hear them.
They are in my head now
And I can’t see a way out.


Darkness surrounds me;
I am guilty.
I never did it;
Diminished capacity.


In the mirror I see a figure;
It looks like me, but a demon lurks beneath the surface.
I am helpless; I don’t want to do this,
But still it comes with another sick request.


Number two now;
One of a few soon.
One day I will lose count;
The way I am losing my mind, inside this gloomy room.
Piece by piece,
It goes little by little.
Belief is fading now that I will ever escape this evil.


It’s in my mind now,
It’s in my life now.
I keep losing time and I awake to another cry.


Another midnight.
Another moon light.
Another dead body.
Not one witness in sight.


It has a taste now;
A taste for blood.
It carries on killing
And I cannot escape its evil clutch.


I speak to a preacher.
I tell him of my demon;
But I keep secret all the things that the demon has done.
Let me heal you;
Let me banish it.
He tried in vain to save this fallen son.


Now I am a beast man;
Something made by chance.
The preacher falls down dead
And the demon does a little dance.
It took an axe to stop him…
But someone had called the cops in.


Now I’m in prison and the demon just laughs at me.
I tried to tell you your soul was always mine.
You simply borrowed it from me
And now you are on borrowed time.
Your death is coming;
Time to start running.
Your soul is mine
And your body is useless to this being.


We are both in Hell now; me and the demon.
The fires are burning all around me
And the demon just sits there singing.


“He sold his soul for a little gold
And now he is doomed to spend eternity in the flames.
He sold his soul for a little gold
And now he is doomed to spend eternity in the flames.”


He is called The Deceiver.
The Dream Weaver.
A nightmare born inside a different time,
Inside a broken mind.


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