There used to be a little boy
Always in the corner, deemed coy
Nobody knew what lay beneath
He was only a sheath

The horrors he had to witness
Cause he couldn't hide
Made him hollow inside
An empty shell with an abscess

A sinful being that kept him awake at night
The pulsing wrath, hate and spite
Squirming and screaming to be let out
Trying to make him give in, blackout

One day he could no longer take it
He had reached his limit
He gave in to the wicked voice within
Spread onto his face was an evil grin

He was no longer just a vessel
For he was now One
With the vile creature from Hell
The familiar voice from inside
The Unholy Guide