Possession
Pounding, pounding, 'side my head
Flip around 'till nearly dead.
Scratching at the back of my brain
Crashing forward, running train
White eyes glare out, banish me gone
But I may stay firm, must stand strong
Or the demon inside will kill more and more
And the world will be like never before.
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