game

demons take what they want
they lie, hiss, taunt
monsters cut and jeer at me with glee
they find it amusing, my misery
“what a fun little game”, they sneer
“let us see how much we can make you fear,
late in the night is when we’ll come through,
don’t think we could ever forget about you,
my dear, it is much too fun, hearing your cries,
and knowing the more we visit, the more you die”.

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