Demons Live for This, So it Seems
Erratic pulses and flashing eyes,
panic driven panting sighs,
as electric skin and beading sweat,
mists in chill of secrets kept,
as expectations are weighted deep
to unravel truths one just can’t keep,
for mysteries now are pointless fair,
facing death in dry-eyed stare.
As fear does ravage a tremulous shell,
what’s left of human, hardly felt,
just the silent screaming soul,
with no escape a tenuous whole,
as mind is shattered and thoughts dispelled,
terror scraping as time does swell,
this torture fit for sins and woes,
fractured minds a past well sewn.
As eyes so wide they barely hold,
and skin so stretched a tear foretold,
and blood and bile and fluids ooze
as inside twists to outside news,
and body crushed and twisted crack,
pain so violent in cruel attack,
cannot mislead a frantic mind,
pain was never quite so sublime.
In final throws of torn apart,
a thrashing soul just floats to part from life,
and hell has proven its talent complete,
rid the world of body and mind to meet
a better beginning of the end,
before the woes of life commend
regret and facing that final judgement,
for death can be a artistry,
demons live for this, so it seems.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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They do live for this, to rape you of humanity. This was deep my friend i thoroughly enjoyed it.
Glad you did Paul, cheers my friend.
So chilling! Great rhyming and very well penned. Great work, Tony.
Much appreciated Phyllis. Nice to have you back and enjoy your day.
Another powerfully written poem, by you!
Thanks Tamara, glad you appreciate it. take care.
The demons enter man when all is lost in his life, drugged, boozed or on the brink of madness. We are ripe pickings for them to enter and terrorize our souls, I’ve never been so tormented as you portrayed this shell of a man to be, however I’ve had agonizing moments in my life where I truly felt I was in a living hell. Why I survived some of the things I put myself through, only the gods know! I’m still here, maybe there is more tormenting yet to come, I must continue to write in haste. Beautifully penned Tony, I felt all the pain and angst of this tortured soul.
Thanks Vincent, and yes that’s the key: we put ourselves through so much unnecessary pain. Age gives us the opportunity to see more clearly the wrongs of our youth, the responses that have driven us to madness. Instead now, we face reality with more kindness, and in balance shed perspective over most occurrences. Cheers my friend.