Land of My Friends
Far beyond the grasp of reality
Darkness comes upon me once again.
These walls, spotted with my blood,
Hidden from the sun,
Are my dearest and oldest friends.
They will never betray me
Like so many others have.
Running through these airless halls,
I scream at the top of my lungs.
Knowing no one is able to hear me
I am free to do as I wish.
In my most evil voice I say
'Come out my dark friends.
Encompass my soul once again.'
Slowly quietly the demons come to me,
Their eyes a dry blood red.
They close in on me
Like savage beasts on a prey.
For a moment I'm afraid,
Not sure what they are about to do,
But then I remember the night before.
For hours after the encounter
They continue to hiss,
Their voices mesmerizing me.
Talk of murder, suicide, threats,
And sin rush into my open ears.
When they leave at last
I run to get my sharpest knife,
Still stained with blood from the night before.
Not even I know what I'm going to do with it
But no one can stop me.
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