Exorcism  

If I am a child of God, then I think he disowned me.
God must hate me if he made this way.
This demon is unstable.  I think I need an exoorcism.
Please bleed me dry, so I can feel clean.
I cry in the shower, bathing in holy water.

Maybe I'll feel better after the exorcism.

Demons dragging me, up and down, and all-round in my head.
Demons screaming at me, I wish you were dead.
Yet even if I died, it wouldn’t save me from the ghost.
They have drained me, I’ve become a shell of their human host

It’s dark in here
But I can feel you stare
You back away and I understand
You say look she’s going crazy

She needs an exorcism.

But to be beautiful, is to be is covered in blood. But the demons have already possessed me.

It’s too late for an exorcism.