My demons stir, a light that bleeds through a crack, and they are alive once more, to torment my every waking thought,
the threads of time align against me, stitching together to form one shuddering roar from within,
my honey trap of memories are theirs to flick through, to select at random which one they want to play,
I am Godless in a faith filled world, a host for a sinning parasite, that wraps me up in curses and black magic, killing me with shame and self disgust that's palpable to the touch,