The Demons That Grasp Me
Demons grasp my soul,
as I drown in my own tears,
they pull me into hell,
I cry out in despair,
their claws tear through me,
the pain that I cannot bear,
my body refuses to fight,
I become a ragdoll,
As they feast upon my soul,
Death,
Is inevitable
Copyright © Riley Ma | Year Posted 2015
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