Mr. Jack and Miss Molly

Slugging back the whiskey,  
I look at the table.  
Dark wood with demons surrounding it.  
They're looking at me.  
Beautiful creatures of hell.  
I am given a tiny white pocket  
Eat it, they say.  
Like a child, I do as I am told.  
It tastes vile,
But i swallow.
I wait in this bleak room.  
The light has faded more.  
Vision is different,  
I feel different.  
Heart's racing.  
The demons are smiling at me.  
Something is moving.  
Am I moving?  
I look around to see.  
The dark table is gone.  
I am no longer in the living room.  
Did I walk here?  
My legs go numb.  
I don't think I'm in control.
I'm in a different room now.  
I spot two dusty lamps,  
With a raunchy bed in the center.
The walls are yellowed,  
And the paint is peeling.
The demons are there.  
Coming towards me,  
I've become their target.
They laugh as they caress me.  
I am taken back by their beauty,  
And I want them.  
They whisper in my ear.  
A voice so sweet, seductive.  
Almost dangerous.  
I feel the demon kiss me.  
She's soft, and I taste the whiskey on her lips.  
I hear her breathe and viciously laugh.  
I don't know whats going on.  
I want to stay here with the demons,  
But I hear another call my name.
The voice had echoed from another room.
I feel my self get up and move.  
But I don't think I'm controlling it.  
Finding myself in a small bathroom, poorly lighten.  
Another demon lay on the tile.  
Eyes burning at me.
He satanically smiles,
Like the Cheshire Cat.
He pulls me down, falling to the floor.  
Strong hands grip around my neck.  
They clasp my throat,
And I croak.
There's no air.
The demon gives a hard kiss,  
My lip tugged then ripped.
Leaving my mouth to drip a warm, metallic liquid.  
He lets go of my neck,  
I cough violently,
And I breathe in the air so heavy
He disappears.  
Where have you gone?  
I'm left alone in the small bathroom.
My vision is getting worse.  
I'm sweating, feeling more numb then ever.  
I climb into the tub, trying to find water.
The blood has gotten sticky,  
And I've tasted too much.
I can't find a knob.  
Why's the water gone?  
I'm still numb,  
It's scaring me.  
Am I alive?  
I look down and realize that my clothes are gone.  
My memory cannot recall what happened.  
Only the demons laughing.
I run my fingers through my long knotted hair.  
I begin to pull it out.  
It rips, and tangles around my phalanges.  
I feel my tender scalp beginning to ooze blood.
I am beginning to black out.  
I just want to lay here.  
There's no way to support my body.  
So I stay with no choice.
I look around and feel my eye lids drop.  
They're so heavy.  
I doze off in the tub,  
And I fall asleep.