Visit of the Old Ones

I opened the window,
Let Them come inside...
I opened the curtains,
And waited for Their might.

Then I crawled in my bed,
And in wind They came.
Huge, enormous and slimy,
I thought I went insane.

It hurted like hell,
My soul I did sell.
Many times before,
I let Them touch me more.

I was in the asylum,
Locked away in a cell.
But even there,
I tried to create hell!



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