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Demons Pawn

Contributed by dillybar on Thursday, 10th December 2009 @ 12:52:55 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I’m possessed by an evil demon
That’s torturing me while I’m dreaming
Dreaming I’m the demon looking
Down at me with a knife while I’m sleeping.
The devils spirit woke me up
With a sweat, and crawled inside of my skin.
I looked back in the mirror,
And seen it staring at me with a grin.
I instantly fell,
And said someone get this out
Theres a demon inside
Of me, it’s starting to sprout
I’m on the toilet bleeding to death
In instantaneous clutches,
Being dragged across the floor
While screaming with head rushes
I feel a cold hand
With fingers wrapping around my neck,
While I’m suspended in the air
By invisible hands stronger than shrek.
I can’t stand this
I want out,
But I’m stuck here
Dying in this haunted house.
I managed to slip its clutches,
And finally take a breath,
But my lungs are collapsing,
Now I’m chocking to death.
I start running away,
And objects fly off tables,
I’m dodging cables,
The furniture catches fire,
Doors open and close by themselves,
Knives fly off shelves,
A gigantic hand grabs the house,
And picks it up like a girls blouse,
Torches it to flames,
This demon’s not playing games,
It’s making my eyes pour blood
Dripping down making the world flood.
The holy water instantly turns into red rum
He turns peoples hearts into chum,
And makes my blood sticky like gum
This is it everything’s falling apart
Lets all hope in hell that the devil has a heart

Copyright Â© dillybar ... [ 2009-12-10 12:52:55]
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Re: Demons Pawn (User Rating: 1 )
by laststarontheleft on Friday, 11th December 2009 @ 07:03:22 AM AEST
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WOW!!!!!
This is brilliant Dillybar!
i could actually see this happening as
i was reading the words. Fantastic imagery!
WELL DONE!
Star x x x

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