The demon controls me in every possible way.
Claws scorching and scratching my wrist as he tightens his grip on me.
When I fight, his voice sweet as nectar drowns out the muffled begging
Of my last innocent cell trying to break free.
But this demon is a clever one, he outwits me once again.
He leads me down deeper into his darkness, a tender hold on my hand,
Whispering comfort, and promises of ecstasy in the world below.
My blood boils in a fiery desire that not even a God could withstand.
My demon always gets what he wants. And I’ll forever listen.
As we dance in the invisible light I am comfortable in his arms.
The reality of the darkness engulfs me as he serenades me into unconsciousness.
My body once again claimed victim to my addiction’s evil charm.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 1:29 AM UTC
The demon controls me in every possible way.
Claws scorching and scratching my wrist as he tightens his grip on me.
When I fight, his voice sweet as nectar drowns out the muffled begging
Of my last innocent cell trying to break free.
But this demon is a clever one, he outwits me once again.
He leads me down deeper into his darkness, a tender hold on my hand,
Whispering comfort, and promises of ecstasy in the world below.
My blood boils in a fiery desire that not even a God could withstand.
My demon always gets what he wants. And I’ll forever listen.
As we dance in the invisible light I am comfortable in his arms.
The reality of the darkness engulfs me as he serenades me into unconsciousness.
My body once again claimed victim to my addiction’s evil charm.
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