The demons start to emerge
From under the bed
And behind the walls
Laughing, crawling and showing teeth
I cannot breathe
My soul is a complete mess.
And it all ended
Just like that.
I could hear no more the cry
From the other side of the phone.
She is gone.
Just like she said she would.
The fog covers my windowpane
The day is now so dark
There is a rusted gun
Leaning against the rotting wood
It works good
I have the only bullet I need.
I crawl to where the gun is
But a rope is tied to my feet
Someone's pulling it from other room
From where I hear a hymn
The demons blaspheme
Hope is written all over the rope.