Satan’s beast dost dwell in my mind

Blocking out light, ceasing to shine

The monster is sick, finding pride in pain,

It can’t be stopped, I’ve tried in vain.

Sensing weakness, it torments me, its prey,

No reprieve, in night nor day.

No physical harm, my body in tact

It’s my mind that the creature seeks to attack.
Cerebral it is, wounding deep to the soul,

All the while it whispers, seizing control.

The crass creature of night, preached a dastardly score,

Quoting the raven, it shouts “nevermore”!

The struggle was over, the lock had broken,

to all evil thoughts my sick mind had been opened.