(1897, Lucien Leiry-Dhamer, 1863-1953)
I scream, but they persist,
like a rapture that exists for only me,
tormented by demons,
demons that have latched into me,
despite my fervour,
they persist,
I scream,
not a one lets go,
but they all beckon for more,
these are the demons,
the demons that haunt me.