I've had demons conjured from within the darkness
Evil thoughts arose from the depth of my soul 
They extended an olive branch
And offered a special meal for me to savour 

Leucochloridium paradoxum sounds strange 
For the main ingredient of an eight course meal
My face lit up with joy, and my body filled with energy 
As I munched on these tiny appetizers 

A steaming soup of Toxoplasma gondii 
Was brought before me
A light broth of motivational disaster 
Was set right on my table 

Common sense became a part of the banquet;
An appetizer I never requested for,
But I ate them nonetheless 
Listening to the voices whispering in my head 

Different emotions plucked from different thoughts 
Were prepared into a salad of sins;
Pride, wrath, lust… rare ingredients from the underworld,
I was made to consume them all

The fifth course ingredients were being fished 
From the sea of my rumbling emotions 
When my eyes opened 
And I discovered my body was no longer mine to control 

The sixth course brought back my sanity;
Clarity returned to me in a flash of light 
And disappeared at the sight of the seventh course…
A temptation I dared not fight 

What's on the menu for dessert, you say?
Sugarcoated lies prepared by Satan's only daughter,
Fake promises baked in the searing flames of hell,
Served by the two-faced emissary of falsehood.

Then came the last course of the meal…
Betrayal served to me on a golden platter.
“What a lovely fool you are.” she sang
As her hands struck the cord of deception.

I surely didn't leave the table hungry 
I left with something far worse than hunger…
A mind pickled in poison,
And the aftertaste of her broken promises.