The flame in the candle flickers,
Swaying back and forth,
The sounds of the night whimper,
As I scream with a strong force,
The curtains bow slowly into the air,
My posters are flying everywhere,
My fragile tears start falling,
I try not to make a sound,
I hear the devil calling,his voice,
In this room surrounds,
My eyes twitch side to side,
Why am I starting to panic?,
Under my pilloe I try to hide,
I am going insanick,
I feel the blood rushing to my brain,
As my eyes close suddenly,
I need to kill this evil beast I want it to be slain,
Why is my room spinning?,
Why do I feel this way?,
Now the demons are winning,
The mascara is running from my face,
The evil inside me slowly grabs the knife,
I smile and laugh,Should I take my life?,
The blood drips of a dark red,
I feel no pain or atleast not in this head,
I turn so bloody all over,
My feelings have turn to shock,
I try to hide under the covers,
On the door I knock,
Help me help me please let me in,
The witch opens the door and has a bloody grin,
I turn and walk away from the porch,
And never looked back again,
You might think this is a story,
And that it is untrue,
Lets see how you treat your glory,
When it happens to you...
