It's Your Demon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short poem portraying the Demon.

It's beginning to feel easier now, with you.

I struggled to silence the screams and howls of demons bounded to my skull;

Constantly brawling enemies tens the size of me with energy that was long absent.

I would shake and asphyxiate under sheets of tear-stained tissue

Feeling cold, alone, and lost.

It wasn't until you that I felt I had a chance to fight.

You gave me times of warmth and comfort to use against my darkest villains,

Which made those towering foes fall short a few feet.

It was easy to breathe again,

And it was easy to relieve myself before the demons rose too high.

I felt so strong until today.

It was today that you delivered a demon yourself,

Red-eyed and blacker than any other crawler in my head.

Where's my warmth? Where's my minute of comfort?

Through blurry eyes, I find them hanging in the teeth of your demon.

And the soiled tissue is wrapped around me again;

Convulsing with my suffocation.

It's now you I see through dampened eyes,

With the demon pulling the strings on your hands tighter around my throat.

With the air leaving my lungs and my vision starting to fade,

I see a glint in your eye;

You don't know you're killing me.

You don't see the demon is using you as it's puppet.

You don't know that your demon is what makes me panic the most.

I convene the final ounce of life I have left to plead for you to help me,

But all I hear is the darkness’ cackle.

 


Submitted: August 17, 2015

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