My head is spinning
I cannot seem to gain control,
These demons inside me are winning
I have a story, one that needs to be told,
But I cannot break free from this thing
I call \"The Demon\'s Chokehold\",
I try with all my might
To release myself from their hold,
But I am far too weak to fight,
My eyes slowly close as I feel my lungs start to fold,
Being held by these demons my body is no longer warm,
It\'s becoming limp as I become cold,
Although I tried to break free,
the demon\'s grip is too strong,
They\'ve got a complete hold on me,
My voice is no longer there,
I\'m disappearing in thin air,
I have a story that now cannot be told,
For I am no longer human
But a statue of mold.