Exorcism

Writhing screaming atop my bed

Hopes for the future are all dead

The creatures feast and fester inside of me

Blackening my thoughts till I no longer see

Tearing me open and sewing me back endlessly

Doling out my torture with pleasure relentlessly

The demons swim in my mind

A plague of the ethereal kind

Bring me an exorcist to drive these sins away

For the demons pull my strings and I must obey

If they are cast into the abyss will I finally be free?

Or will I find that the abyss was always inside of me?

Exorcism oh what a joyous word

The prettiest that I've ever heard

-CL Fuqua