The Possession Process

Followed by footsteps, whispers, scratching and faint voices

Startled by slamming doors, knocking and otherworldly noises

I can sense that something is wrong, a feeling of being watched

There's no soul here but me and this witchery

I can smell the scent of death, the feeling of being touched

This is my home and I am not alone

White noise, black shapes dance in the corners of my eyes

Flickering lights and electronic equipment

And the perfume of decay attracts the flies

Haunted

All senses increased and intensified

The shadows twitch and distort, I'm weak and terrified

I doubt I'm insane, yet something's calling my name

From the crevices and corners tonight

"No one seems to believe my story, not friends nor family

They think I'm fucking crazy"

I don't enjoy this life as before

I never leave this house anymore

Scratches, bruises and cuts mark my skin

My own self now a monument to unspeakable sin

That which haunts me has taken control

Corrupted my senses and poisoned my soul

No foul medication or feeble priest

My god is silenced, my possession's complete

Breached by evil

My body now possessed by a malevolent source

Breached by evil

My body now possessed by a demonic force

Breached by evil

My soul ripped apart in a torturous place

Breached by evil

A black hell-raising angel, wearing