Sickness

My excorsism is not complete, this life will tear me asunder.

While the perish priest speaks his verses my soul burns in fire,

While the bystanders cry, scream, and flee I watch hopelessly in return from a frozen throne,

My demons smile and all the while they laugh as my pain endures.

Then the tall one stands and mocks, then whispers commands to his flocks.

They flee to the depths and leave me and my master alone, so very alone...

He tells me it's ok, he tells me not to worry, he tells me we're going home.....

And so I let go, and all in a hurry 

he drags me down the hole...