Demon Days

IV lines like spiders feeding into each arm
Bucket of blood poured into hollow veins
Shock waves of hurt cutting through psyche
Drenched pillowcase and clenched teeth
Silence, the last bastion of dignity
Holy bloody f**k what it does to mind soul
Chops it into oozing wounds of agonizing fury
Insomniac lightyears forward
Screaming those bloodless lungs out
For a burning, breathing, pulsating anima
To not bitterly incarnate into a wailing banshee



(Oct. 2011 - Jan. 2012)