Getting sick from my visits and then start controlling him.

It’s me haha I’m back. But this time I’m in demon form. I creep up on ya like smack from a needle spinal tapped trapped my back quivers from an evil source. Cold blooded so I’m fiending for some heat or warmth. An old shovel dirty it’s evening and I’m still digging holes. I ain’t even ran my course. At first I try to get close to him it’s like I hover over him. Reach down. Creep him out. Crawl up his arm into the nearest hole and take control of him. Get behind his eyes roll em back and leave him with a slack jaw. Make him sleep till he stops breathing in the back stall. Let his heart beat slow. Fuck I hear feet approach. Someone’s coming and I doubt it’s for a funeral. So I’ll wake him up in a hospital cuffed to the bed. Up to the second floor he’s fucked in the head. He starts sweating me. Shaking a cold shoulder and staying up with his pen. I never thought it’d be this hard to take a life from within. I was hot in your veins. How’s you spit me out and kick me out of my place? I’m gonna leave a bomb in there stuck to your brain. When I leave two weeks later you’ll be stuck to a train. Leaving the remains of a mangled man’s hands on the caps of a needle.