Whenever I recall (I try not to)
I still feel demons breath
On my neck, and lips
I still feel the icy gaze upon my
Flesh, chilling down to my soul
Taking me as it's own
Demons touch like snow
Grips me from down below
I can not escape this little death
It feeds on my desires
Not knowing it consumes me
And fulfills my fantasy
Unbind me from this spell
Which is cast to all
At demons will
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