I caved into my comfort zone
As I let my demons catch up with me
Sip
by sip
I got comfortable in having my soul snatched
I derived pleasure from the feeling of their claws on me
Having a grip on my soul,
they tore me apart,
gradually
Limb
by Limb,
They picked me,
Letting me scream in silence
I called out for help
But none came
So I let them have their fun...
...Toy with me
Eventually they'll get tired of this broken soul
...I hoped
But they never did get tired
They loved the fun they had
