My demons will be the end of me,
Yet, they’ve unsuccessfully tried so many times before, endlessly.
Tonight however, an old adversary returns with an archaic fiendish blade
Accompanied by modern capsules of nightshade.
Now, it’s time to begin, shall we?
Darkness envelopes me, silencing my every plea.
The devil in my mind escape through the shadows, finally again free.
Fresh carvings onto my rugged canvas, wine red ichor flowing.
My demons will be the end of me.
I lose focus, light disappears from my soul as I attempt to flee.
I lose consciousness, I beg for comfort but I know there is no guarantee.
I lose sensation, death’s finality encroaching, I've never been so afraid.
Yet, I fear nothing as I begin to feel bliss drifting off into the dead sea.
My demons will be the end of me.