Slave -

In my room

Where I lay

Demons tend to rise

Make your move

End it all

Cloud of dust

Caught in storm

You lie there silent

Justified

In the dark

With no worthy eyes

Shed a light

On your slave

Reveal them now to us all

Scent of fear

Reaching far

Cold-blooded tease

Shades

Overtaking me

Craving for release

Let us know

Where demons are