The point of death,
was soon,
I found.
I expected
to die.
Visions I remember
clung to him.
Possessed, I was made
the devil,
his greatest triumph.
Nothing would have saved me.
I was out of my mind.
The point of death,
was soon,
I found.
I expected
to die.
Visions I remember
clung to him.
Possessed, I was made
the devil,
his greatest triumph.
Nothing would have saved me.
I was out of my mind.