Whisper!

I can hear them knocking on my door
I can see spiders crawling on my floor
Dark forces thrive on my fear
They whisper things that only I can hear
What is my real name?
Is it really being a marionette for the demons’ evil games?

I look into the woods just waiting to see
Them standing there waiting for me
I tremble with fright, but still I obey
They leave me alone, if I do as they say
A dark red line goes down my wrist
The demons love playing those games with a twist

I only hear their screams at night
I only see the blood from the fight
I keep begging not to have to stay
But the demons only laugh when I try to pray
Maybe now my final day will be
But then again, I hear them whisper:
You will never be free…