The Priest
A house that I can't love
This house that I am frightened of
The noise that I hear through the night
Makes my throat close in tight
Sending shivers down my back
Looking behind there's not a track
It sometimes whispers in my ear
But noone else hears what I hear
Can it be something of evil
A cry so far to say it's the Devil
A light push of my hair
Want to scream but I do not dare
With visions of blood on the wall
Don't pay attention, don't react at all
Doors opening with noone there
Trying to act as if I don't care
Woke up with scars on my arm
Now the entity is causing me harm
I'm scared now for my well being
Scared even more that I can't see it
Finally called in a priest
Hoping he'll help me at least
Tried to get rid of it with an exorcism
Devil laughed and said, "I'm not scared of him"
Talked to the Devil, I did myself
He said, "You know there is no help"
He's throwing tables in a rage
Trapped, my home became my cage
Pleading for him to let me leave
He grabbed the priest saying now you're free
Running till I reach my door
Looking back I can't ignore
Hey Devil I cry to him
Take me, who has sinned
Smiling with a wicked grin
You are no worse than him
He is the one I've come to get
A priest with no regrets
A drunk and an abuser
Come priest meet your future
Copyright © Jamie Rua | Year Posted 2012
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