Admitted to a place they said would help.
Help keep out the demons and their yelps.
And yet every night they would return,
Calling for their master, the title I did earn.
Screeching, showing their need for my doubt.
Trying to make sure that I'd never get out.
One night, I realised that I had been possessed,
I was psychotic, and had a cardiac arrest.
The demons, they tried to hold me down.
I tried to gasp for air but I just drowned.
- {i died. i let them feed onto my soul for too long}
