"im possessed by demons that torture me while im sleepin. I keep dreaming of death and im hearing people screaming.
Devils spirits are trapped inside of me.
AND I WANT IT OUT.
Im on a couch bleedin to death.
In a haunted house.
With both of my wrist slit.
Then im lifted up in the air.
And suspended in animation.
Like someones holden me there.
I feel some ones cold hands wrapping
around my neck.
While i choke on my own blood
that i swallow and drown to death.
But i found a breath and some how
managed to slip the clutches.
Nearly blackin out from dizzyness
and head rushes.
Trippin over OD'd bodies of dead
Blood stains paints the plush carpet
like red blushes.
Doors close by them selfs.
Books fly off shelfs.
Curtains catch on fire.
Then the house melts.
My skin blisters and
sticks together like twin sisters
Then the wind blows and windows shaders
like 10 twisters
Caught a piece of shrapnel in adams apple
Two cups of holy water and im lookin at em half full
But as i go to touch them
It turns into red rum
It got sighlent
Then i hear all these voices say
"COME FOLLOW ME TO THE PITS OF HELL"
I heard them yell
"WELCOME TO THE NORMAN BAITS MOTEL"
I ring the bell for service and was greeted by
Covered in dry blood, head still dented from the shovel.
I said i need a room so i can get some rest.
She gave me the keys to the best
suites and a bag of cess.
And told me thats just for starters
Santan'll be there in a lil bit
TO SEE IF IM INTRESTED IN BEING PARTNERS."