A Toy For Demons

A slave to demons, they crack the whip, They take what little life I have away from me, They do as they please... With whom ever they need... Forced to take part in these sick demonic games... Games to kill..... Im these demons gladiator if you will, Killing damned souls, For pleasures of the crowd, I strike the heart of eternal damnation, . I rise from the kill, to only see crimson eyes, Enfurating.....their taunting me, What have I done? Why can't I lose, when I never wanted to win? just lie my sword upon the ground, lower my shield, let one final strike, take the life I do not own, A toy to taunting demons, A life thats never in peace, keep fighting, perhaps your soul they shall release.