the time has come to speak of demons
i get shivers just thinking of the topic
and not for fear, but from excitement
the strange alluring power of the dark
so esoteric, claws you in, that is its job
to say they're not attractive is to let them rule you
so, one night i decided to face them
come forth, i stated as intention
and drank ayahuasca
the shaman thought that i was crazy
but i refused to view myself a pussy
waited by the fire
suddenly everyone was looking, pointing, laughing
eyes bulging out at me, the skinny flat girl
my back bends into hunchback and i stutter
out comes my russian accent, paranoia seeping in
just like in high school when you
smoked too much weed and got the greenies
"i'm going to lie down," i say
knowing what they're thinking
look at this loner, outsider
she does not fit in
and i see it in their eyes, ugh
fucking assholes, just be nice!
wrestling with the blanket
just cover me, i want to hide
awkward body contorts into position
i close my eyes, prepared to take the brutal beating
gigantic middle finger flies at me from nowhere
angry eyes, moving patterns of fury
they've arrived
shit! i try to push them off
i'm stronger, they have no power
remembering what's right, i try envisioning the light
and fail; shut the fuck up and listen!
they wail
i don't, i pray and call to God
where is he?
has he abandoned me?
gosh, it was all me, i asked for this
what the hell was i thinking? how long must this go on?
these visions are so fucking freaky
they're gloating, laughing, growing
gigantic dominant masculine figures
raging juggernauts with blood-shot eyes
popping veins on bulging muscles
jesus christ, so evil
noooooo!
God loves me, he will save me
but where is he? they are strong and mocking me
