She sat there trembling with rings in her ears.
Those voices again, is what she hears.
She lies awake every night,
wrestling with the fight.
awakened by a horrible sight.
Through the window, comes the light.
She feels that somebody is there.
She feels that on going stare.
She pops another pill,
Just to get through the day, sometimes falling ill.
Her weakened body takes the toll.
This demonic thing shakes her soul.
Another restless night
Another shakened fright.
Frantic as she may be,
This thing will never set her free.
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