The demon that haunts me lives in my house,
He stalks the shadows as he moves about,
He sits and waits, he slithers like a snake,
He waits for my guard to drop, he waits for my mistake,
He feeds on my innocence like a parasite,
Bystanders watch, blind to the sight,
My screams of agony are heard as a mere whine,
As they turn their noses like pompous swine,
The malevolent deed is done, I wear a shroud of shame,
For I foolishly fell victim to the predators game,
I live in a cage, as the demon lives free,
For in him they see an angel, and the evil in me