Little Demon

Little Demon what are you looking at?

Are you proud of your work?

Seeing me bleed.

Cut up like pork.

Little Demon why are you smiling?

You know I have lost,

I suffer enough

My joy, I have tossed.

Little Demon what do you want?

Can I give you something more?

Perhaps my head.

Or my ripped apart gore.

Little Demon what is there left?

My life's already failed

You're job here is done

My eyes are impaled.

Little Demon I feel you breathing

Not much longer, my soul is leaving.