when my demon catches your soul, you're sure to be dead

His screaming echoes
Off the dirty stone walls
And travels along
The dimly lit halls

As he writhes on the ground
Tears stream down his face
The blood in his mouth
That harsh, bitter taste

Those demons are watching
The darkness, it calls
The shadows, they beckon
As they have all along

He reaches out for them
Against the cold iron chains
Against the tears and the screaming
Against the bloodstains

And that spiraling darkness
That comforting bliss
He treasures it deeply
The unearthly abyss

He closes his eyes
He is now hushed
The blood is all gone
The tears are less rushed

He takes a deep breath
He's got a clear head
And the servants come in
To find that he's dead

Author's Note

i did my best on the rhyming