The Demons Death

The demon that possesses me

Will not give me the key;

To leave this world under hell,

Where the king of the demons does dwell.

He's kept me prisoner for many a year.

The time to leave is drawing near.

I sharpen up my stolen knife

It's time for me to take my life.
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I am not suicidal or anywhere close. I wrote all of these poems months ago.