They're right here,can't you see?
The demons that haunt me.
All they've ever caused me is despair,
And they seem to have no care.
They tug at me while I'm at my worst,
And feed on my soul to quench their thirst.
It's right here can't you see?
The fiend that weakens me.
Tampering with me untill I'm in pain,
I've tried to escape,but in vain.
This hideous evil is out to possess,
And I've no choice but to confess.
Help me,I'm at war with the Devil,
My pain is their mirth,don't let them revel.
It's a story without hope,but I shall fight.
These critters ought not to flourish in delight.
Don't forget to mourn me when I'm gone,
and be wary of the evil lurking thereupon.

[A/N:This poem is dedicated to crood18 ,who is really into writing dark poetry but for some reason,just won't publish it .-. ._.]