Demons dancing in my dreams tonight.
Forbears of tortuous delights.
Teasing with promises I can’t describe.
Finding me where I believed I could hide.
Witches gather around the flame.
Each one different but all the same.
Weaving their spell to seal my fate.
Heart lost in the depths of hate.
Hearing on the wind, a banshees call.
Succumbing to darkness, willingly fall.
Replaying each night inside my head.
Soullessly existing, living dead.
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