Evil dwells within the inner sanctum of the mind. Each person has a

Piece of the puzzle locked inside. It only takes the right key to

Open the subconscious. Once inside, it feeds like a leech sucking

The blood of an organism

Until the whole body is infected with the disease. The mind then

Becomes cluttered with cloudy visions of death, killings and all

Other satanic bidding's. It begins to affect their train of thought

The limbs cease to function, they tend to run amok. Reaching out to

Grab a utensil of death

Maybe starting with a finger or toe

Once you've started, you can't withhold yourself from continuing

The pain you feel is a mere infraction of the evil that dwells

Within your head

You must continue to rid yourself of the dreaded disease. Maybe if

You cut it out, the eye of the plague that sweeps across your body

You could be whole again

In order to tear this part of yourself, would bare to die a painful

Death

It would include opening the skull cavity and removing the brain

An unspeakable horror that no being could handle

Yet you feel as if this were your only hope

Your prepare yourself for surgery

Scalpel in hand, you thrust into the scalp

The pain is unbearable, but you continue making the incision

With drill in hand, you find the seed of the demon inside

Blood spews over the walls as you drill deeper