A Peek Behind The Veil

Occult Slavers

Demons dance outside my window
Eyes aglow with anger and sorrow
My agony feeds their thirst
They drink till they're about to burst
Pitch black forms that pull you in
Sentient black holes made of sin
The puppet strings they pull and tug
Silence my voice and churn my blood
They keep me alive for their pleasure
Trapped in their gaze, a living treasure
One whose heart is the strongest of all
One who gets up each time he falls
He feels the pain of a thousand men
Who can restart and do it all again
Enamored by my sorrow, they feed
A farm made with no plants or seeds
They bring me anger and paralyzing terror
The blind fool and fruitful bearer
They know alone I can't break free
The ones who leave the only key