The words are demons
Eating away at me
The phrases are weapons
Used for torturing me
They haunt, and devour
Always seeking power
Never the redeemer
Least of all the saviour
Feeding on my soul time and again
Giving me pleasure and pain
I restrain the urge but fail
As the syllables wail
For this is the needle
With which you never fiddle
An eternal riddle
My unsolvable puzzle