The Bat that Flew Into My Head: Robert St. Germain

One night I woke up feeling dead because a bat flew into my head.
Every time it flapped its’ wings it filled my mind with awful things.
Like a vampire, it drank my pain, and it laughed out loud as I went insane.
It played me like a puppet, making me do stupid things.
And it hypnotized me with the song it sings.
When it finally flew away it left with a piece of my soul.
The only good thing is that it did not swallow me whole.