My demons find me when the sun goes down
Sneering and poised to strike
They hunger for my fractured essence,
eager to drag it to the grave
They seek to consume me
They will never let me be
I will never be fucking free
They want to feast on the ghost of who I was
They whisper sweet nothings incessantly in my head
Malignants must be fed
They are relentless to the bitter end
Altering their form to win my trust
A piercing gaze, suffocating my essence
and drowning out the light
Nightly, I pour my vices into a shot glass
Fearing this darkness will never break
Eroding my vessel,
Shortchanging my existence
The urge is a greedy altar, and I offer myself to it daily
The malevolent forces are encroaching
I toast to the defeat I\'ll never escape
Yet, let the cycle begin anew
Closing my eyes to the truth
I wonder if the cacodemans\'
rasps are really locked inside
Or was the cacodeman me