They haven’t been whispered words of appeasement until a later date.
Each time they come for me, I’ve been forced to learn.
Each time they twist me around like warm caramel from a spoon.
Rip up my insides.
Leave me on the floor. Horse from the screams and noticing the blood on the carpet.
I cannot just get through it.
Demons come back.
So, trust me… there’s only one way to get rid of a demon.
You kill that motherfucker good.