The Demon's CarnageA Poem by GraveyardfuckShh... I'm screaming in my head and I need reticence. Can you hear the ringing? I can't. I can't hear it anymore. Have I lost it? Of course not! I've hit the wall, Now where's the floor to take my fall? Oh, how my head is reeling... SHH! I can hear Him. The Demon... Sweet Demon... Who stole my heart and crushed it. I'm not mad. I'm dead. A souless shell of a person. Little girl down the street... I see you. And your fate. The Demon told me. YOU WILL LOSE HIM! The Demon is always right. You can't run away. He will dominate. And two will become one. These are not my fingers moving. The Demon found the gun. These are not my feet scrambling across the slick tile. Demon! Demon, stop! The Demon departs... Blood, blood, blood. Is this my blood? Or the Demons? NO... It's the girl's blood. These are not my eyes I peer out of. More blood. Not mine? Not His? No... I scream. But is the sound I hear piercing my skull from my lips? Yes. These are my quivering fingers. But these dozens of bodies... They are not ones that I have seized. NO... The Demon... He did this. But this is my quivering hand, still holding the weapon. Of His abolition... I clutch the gun to bring it up to my head. And pull... This Was My Downfall  © 2013 GraveyardfuckReviews
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GraveyardfuckFort Walton Beach, FLAboutWelcome! Welcome all to the esoteric world of Brooke's Wonderland! Speculate over my alluring, yet ominous creations. Observe my nightmarish allegories. But do not forget, this dreamland has an eve.. more..Writing
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