Possesed

Human am I ?
Then why not I feel a bit more ?
The demons that lie sacred
they peer through my being
inside my soul they sing an unholy song
they laugh at my meekness.
Inside me
they continue their colature.
Enormous sounds of fear
numb me, the pressed beatings of my heart
white, pale
my veins in disdain.
I see them turning me into a phantom
Slowly, a little more slowly
the sense gone
my demons won
I am a possessed man.