It’s something you can’t escape
cookies scattered on the floor
The constant cry of saddened demons
soak your brain even more.
Pure skin on the sheets
Sun escapes your room
I wake and feel it all
It’s far too lonely in here
Power Hour begins once again.
The Devil takes a seat, starts staring at me
Wrapping up his hands, awaiting the upcoming show
Purple nectar of the gods
Uncork and flow
With screaming flesh yearning for more
he raps slightly at soul’s door
Demons are his guest, trying to break in
I fold my hands, but still too weak
I let him in, ecstasy ensues.
I cry out, looking to be saved
Always falling short of my best
I’m left alone wondering when
these demons will be laid to rest.