My composure kept by the demons who hold me hostage praying on my weakness cowering from my strength, can't wait to see the day I break so they can devour me at length, releasing evil spawns when they hatch I transform and become something else, possessed I am the host, Satan I feel him the most, my prayers being unanswered evil behind my words, my thoughts only half my own, sh*t be absurd, still have the mere wits about myself knowing there is something evil linking coercing from behind, lonely in this world with no real guidance, only feeding off what the cost permitted basking in it's providence, tired ,tired my strength diminishing, and I give up my soul thy will be finishing,