The walls are circling now,
Closing in around me,
And the demons push forward,
Sparring my sides.
I am surrounded.
Oh dove,
This is not your place.
Your freedom taunts me.
Why do you choose to witness such torture?
Exorcist,
You cast the leathered bats from me.
You, who watches me writhe
Utters spells and prayers,
And pulls me from my depths.
Oh dove,
I shall gasp water when you flee.