I always see him in the shadows at night.
When darkness comes as I sleep, I jump up in fright.
Pinned down against my will, helplessness is the moment I succumb.
To the entity consuming my body, I feel so numb.
In every touch I feel his hunger for lust.
Then he whispers in my ears proclaiming what is his, as he thrust.
I cry in pain as my body and soul burns into dust.
Come daybreak, I woke up and he was gone, leaving a piece of him in me as he must.
I now bare the child of a demon.