Demons

Listen, I can hear the dead talk

and the sound of the raging demons trying to break the lock

I see them in my mind every time I blink

Deep inside my eyes they make the link.

They can see your soul and scowl at it

Drag it to a place so cold and devour it

I met a girl who couldn't look me in the face

So I cut out her eyes and called it a blind date.

Because your eyes don't see what's real

They see what your brain feels

My soul isn't tainted, it's just my mind

My heart isn't full of hatred, but it comes at times

and then I have to push it back inside and not let it free

because demons aren't actually demons

They're the darkest part of me.

Reviews

[Perkele.7885]

Some folks write about demons and such because they get off on it and it gets a rise out other people! Some believe in the dark side
Whatever drives you KO is your business. I am just interested in your poetry.
The content of the poem is fine, needs a little work, but OK
Problems lie with grammar, commas, periods, capitals etc.
Btw, What is the big open space for?

[KaoticOrder]

Thank you for your feedback, and advise.

[Perkele.7885]

I am here to help if you need me!

[KaoticOrder]

thanks, i will keep that in mind

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"because demons aren't actually demons
They're the darkest part of me."
Many kinds of demons. Make us become colder and bolder. I liked the story in the poetry leading to the very good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[KaoticOrder]

Yes, thats what i believe. the evil in humankind is not caused by demons, or the devil or whatever. We are our own evil. i believe we all have demons inside of us. some are just more noticeable

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. We decide our path. Good or bad?