Demons From Hell Poem by Andrew Ian Marshall

They came in three.
When they came for me.
Nothing was said.
But I knew I was dead.
As the demons took my soul away.
I cried out for someone to say.
"Leave that poor soul alone"
But I guess I was on my own.
As I looked back my body was empty.
I couldn't face this crazy reality
As the ghosts of hell, took me to my grave
In this dream I was the devils slave
I fought to get back to reality
But this must be my destiny.
How do I get out of this mad dream.
Its too late, the demons have been
As I wake up, alone in my bed,
Thank God it was all in my head.