I see you demon, lurking in the dark

A corner where you have hidden in the beholder of mine eye

Assassins are your currency and pain to flow my way

Alas I conjure what ghosts will defend me, so you may apply your magic and with corruption I see them turn

So to the river and acidic flow I am once more a plaything, my demon a figure not to ignore

But as much as I hate you, so much of me have you become

Depression my old friend, let us twist the knife again


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