staring at the ceiling
once again the clock striking twelve
joints, you can’t be moving
once again feeling me dissolve

a demon at your throat
a demon holding you down
there is no antidote
your body is not your own

muscles tense and loosen
heart quickens and slows
wait for something to happen
something that never shows

close our eyes
let sleep hit you unconscious
don’t believe the lies
let the tire come upon us

i am you
you are me
none know you
none know me

the one you show
the one you don’t
the one they know
the one they won’t

maybe the demon will remind
the silence screaming in your head
do not try to kill your mind
this is the real you instead

leave the facade
oh but how odd

wouldn’t the world collapse?
i am a demon after all.

-the scelitoon

Signing off…