They say I’m just seeing things,
That there’s nothing there.
They say my mind is playing games with me
Or it’s only the air.
But I feel him every time I sleep
I see him in my dreams
HE haunts me from the hallways
Yet he is nothing more then some thing.
All of hell’s people know my name
I’m called a witch
but have never earned that fame.
I played
around in magic for a while
I didn’t know what i was doing
but the idea of having power made me smile.
But now something stalks me in the dark
Making me jump at every shadow
I feel his pressence in my heart
Oh, Lord, please help me now.
Forgive this long forgotten child
Let not this fate be mine
To die of this demons claws
I can feel the nearing of the time.
I feel him laughing as I write this,
his breaths taking the warmth from my air
I cringe at his very hiss
He is too strong for me to fight
To powerful for me to stand up to.
I’ve tired many times in my finest hours,
Telling him to come on out! I’m not scared of you!
But I am so very afraid
Knowing if I fight what I must see
To hold my soul against my chest
To battle the demon back to the soil
To lay it at rest
But I know it will never go
I don’t know how
But I’m sure I know
I can feel is starring at me as I write
Asking me to come say Hi
A loving invite.
I can’t see him, but I know he’s there
I feel him in the room
I smell him everywhere
I’m battling for safty in my own home
yet I fear one day my mother shall come home
To nothing but soul’s bone…