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.
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.