Possessed

I am feeling a bit possessed
Pazuzu in my soul
My senses reel, heart distressed
With this rabid lost control

An exorcist will not arrive
To quell this heated rage
In desperation I contrive
To loose it on the page

This instills some sense of calm
But full peace is still at bay
My heart remains a ticking bomb
While I just write and pray

But I have led a sinful life
With demons satisfied
That my urges remain rife
Despite my decent side

Still there remains a distant spark
A glimmer in my night
The stab of evil may be stark
But I follow this hint of light.