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