Gothic Poem

I’ve got an x-rated demon in my head, killing me.

Devil’s got me by the neck, choking me.

Vampires feeding off my blood, draining me dry.

People beating me down, cause I’m different.

Losing my mind I’m about to commit suicide.

Demons invading my dreams, torturing me.

Suicide is a friend of mine, it’s gets me through the hardest times.

Death to all things good, happy, and pure.

Feeding off of blood is what keeps me going.