The pain in my stomach
Is nothing compared
To the pain in my ears,
From the demons in my head
Shouting at me.

The angels try to silence them,
But they too fall to the screams.

I'm doing everything the demons say,
Yet they still want more.
They always want more.

I promised I wouldn't do it!
But the demons don't care.
After all, if a promise is only as strong
As the word of the person who makes it,

Then my promises are weak.

I snap the chains.
And the demons are finally satisfied.