THE DEVILS IN MY HEAD.
I"m ossified as I got snagged on sharpest hook.
My will"s suppressed, my mind"s controlled, filled with illusions,
Eclpising everything so I can"t have a look -
Though surely know he"s here, preparing for intrusion. 
He keeps on feeding little devils in my head,
He"s fearless to believe they stay enslaved forever...
But I"m delirious so much I"m almost dead -
Yes, dead enough to risk my life for last endeavor, 
For the encroachment on his happiness... why not? 
If it"s not meant to be, he will be saved by Jesus...
It"s he who pulled the trigger - I just took this shot
At solemn moment after weightless prayful kisses,
Fell on the floor, being suffocating, terrified -
But little devils rushed to bring me back to living:
They sewed my gaping wound, and by the end of night
I found myself between decay and the conceiving... but I will never be the same again.