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,

An

d the aftertaste of her broken promises.