Become Demon

Become Demon

A Poem by Onatah

The prose poem of becoming demon

I am five years old and I'm a demon. Spirits are as real as flesh and bone, and I can see people's insides.
I am ten years old and the demon is me. I pick and prod at the flesh that's trapping me in, and scratch at my skin with razors to let the spirits in.
I am in my teens and God has forsaken me. I am the sheep who lies down with the wolf, and I am taken in by the adversary. I commend my spirit into the center of the ninth circle.
I am in my twenties and I crawl on my belly. I ascend above the stars of God, and in my heart I say, "I will be like the most High". I am the son of the shining star. 
I am, that I am. I am become demon. I roam about as a lion, seeking whom I may devour.

© 2012 Onatah

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Oh dear one.. have we been reading dante's inferno? Come full circle, the Eve waits.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Many kind of demons. Some are hidden and some have no fear. I like the thoughts and the strong ending. Thank you for the excellent poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on September 4, 2012
Last Updated on September 6, 2012