My raging thoughts,
no longer mine.
My burning blade,
the final sign?
These past few days,
I've roamed the lands.
I killed with claws,
no longer hands.
I felt him comming,
dark,
in me.
I tried to run,
but could not flee.
Now,
I obey him.
Though I'm not sane.
I've tried to fight,
but all in vain.
The darkness came,
I could not see.
The demon came,
now lives in me.