There once was a boy with a curse,
He always seemed to talk in latin verse..
He would wave his hand up high,
Then watch all his demons fly,
And then around him the demons would emerse.

He watched as the demons raged to fly,
And finally they circled by and by..
They carried round their flames,
And kept the boy contained,
For soon will be the time for him to die.

The demons readied him for all his pain,
And then they pinned him down.. It's all the same..
He tried to be set free,
But luck, he could not see,
The fires started, then there came the rain.

They stayed there on the ground and in the sky,
For soon it will be time for them to fly..
Pierce the boy in the rain,
Fangs of everlasting pain,
For now is the time for him to die.. die..

Clouds are rolling in.. I see their evil grins..
I summoned them and now I have to die?
This is not what this should be.. They should have released me..
But yet they haven't landed from the skies..

I have this horrid fear.. The time is drawing near..
Closer to my end and then they'll see..
They know that if I'm here.. I control them and they fear..
So if they kill me they will be set free.. free..

Lost.. Empty.. Fearing.. You..
Trying hard.. Not to scream..
Painless.. Gutless.. Fearless.. Endless..
That is how I wish to be..

Call thy demons.. Listen well..
On my count.. One two three..
Let me go and die alone..
Not for all to see..