I tear at my chains,

They bind me to what I fear most,

The demonic thoughts in my mind eating away at my soul.

I struggle against the iron grasp of the Devil,

As he drags me deeper into the darkness,

Stopping my heart.

I cannot escape the fire,

The fire that burns away at me.

I turn to ashes in his arms,

And I am blown away like autumn leaves,

Or ripped pages from a book - yes, ripped pages,

My life floating away on the breeze.