The door opens,
The demon walks inside.
You feel his sins,
You just want to hide.
You see the chains,
As he looks at you.
You feel the pain,
A fear anew.
No one will look,
As the time ticks by.
You sit on your nook,
And begin to cry.
“Don’t you lie,”
He chooses to yell.
You wish you could die,
And go to hell.
You pick up the blade,
And slit your throat.
As the light begins to fade,
You feel as if you float.
No one misses you,
And they never will.
The just wished to,
Witness the kill.
