Diabolic Consumption

Awake, can't sleep
The sweat is pouring off my face
A desperate glimpse of recollection
Black-outed, honey
The devil made me do it
Convulse into bursting paranoia

Fake my sleep
The constant fear of dying
A desperate lie to stop the tears
Black-outed, honey
The devil, you and I
A tragic trio in our bed

Why won't the clock
Stop ticking orange….
And have the door bell ring

Why won't the phantoms stop
Knocking on our door…
And just come in

Why can't the whispers in our
Garden just silence…
And let it be