Demons – 2000

I reach out, all I find are demons to embrace me
They touch my soft skin
Their nails making crimson creeks down my flesh
Their hidious screams echo in my ear
Making me fall for their illusions
They hold me to their evils
Caressing my body
Their serpentile tongues feeding from my soul
Numbing me to the pain
My soft flesh now in their claws,
Ripping at the tender muscles
I close my eyes, only to have them ripped out
My ears, the only thing left
I can hear the silence
Feel the torment that shakes in my soul



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