Demon's Breath
Late at night, when darkness rules,
When I'm snuggled up in my little bed,
Demons come to haunt me.
In my dreams, they're perfect,
They're everything I ever wanted,
But I know who they are.
I feel their weight pressing me,
I feel their hot breath on my skin.
Then the nightmares begin again.
In my bed I dream of death,
of my own death.
When I wake up, however,
I long for that death.
All day long, I feel demon eyes,
The very eyes I dreamt of,
Many demon eyes watching me.
God doesn't seem to care anymore,
Or is thatjust because they are so close?
I feel the demon's breath on me again.
I even know his name.
He fucks me in my dreams.
He wants me, maybe I want him.
He calls himself Abbadon.
And he's got such nice breath.
I feel it on my neck again.
It warms up whole body.
Maybe I should just give in.
Maybe I should let him have me.
He always was the best lover I ever had.
It's that breath.
That warm, seductive, soothing breath.
But its a demon's breath.
