Written by: Samantha Search

''As you sit and wonder, 
your soul torn ashunder, 
the daemon appears, 
offering immortallity, 
you want it to leave 
you be, 
but what a promising gift 
you see, 
so you take it, 
full heartedly you 
take it, 
and become a daemon too, 
you blink and ask how this 
could be true, 
so now your the devil's slave, 
sitting in the darkness of 
your cave, 
faithfully like a dog, 
you do his biding, 
but then you realize, 
it's your own throat that your 
you thought it was a gift, 
but far from it, 
the Devil has your soul now, 
don't you feel the lucky one''