Devil In My Bed Poem by Dyna Misery

there is a devil in my bed
a creature so intense
with a hatred so immense
that the thought of him making me spread
makes my body wince
and my heart fill with dread
the insatiable lust of this demon
and the things he makes me do
he made me swallow his semen
and I did what he told me to
there is a devil in my bed
but he says he's in my head
i want to disagree
because if he wasn't inside me
I could have long since fled
I never chose to stay
but didn't want to run away
didn't want to cause a strain
or disobey
and end up causing him pain