Depravity roams in this soul of mine
It comes out in the open from time to time
To rear its ugly head and shriek its horror
Painting pictures in my mind while I sleep
Terror lives in this soul of mine
The images are vivid and none are kind
Twisted and taunting dreams
I fight horrors that come with the night
The scenes are so sadistic
As they churn in my brain
Flashing phantasm
And evil mind games
Tangled sheets hold me hostage
Tossing and turning; I feel the burn
Of the vile, wrathful incubus
Branding me with hell-fired irons
Open my eyes with bated breath
Hanging over me is the image of death
Shuddering, knowing I can not hide
From my own infected mind
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