Demons

Do not limit yourself to one idea of demons. They can be literal or not but make sure your poem is heartfelt. Do not hold back!!!

Your demons can be numerous things or people. Be creative and show your dark side in this one.

Thanks everyone...

You have one week....

-Demons-

Regret
Guilt
Empathy
Rejection

My demons are not things I do
They are the things I feel

Dark feelings that make we want to end it all
A pressure pulling me into the deepest abyss of my mind

Demons
Forever tied to my existance

My Sins (DEMONS)

I am not a slave to my sins
I am a master to them
They crave my attention
And I oblige to their will
It's a psychotic bliss
A maniac's thrill

I once tried to erase them
Then I learned to embrace them

Whether I'm out in the park
Or in my own home
I do things in the dark
I cannot do alone
So I sneak out to kidnap
An unsuspecting victim
They try to fight back
I just laugh and kiss them

I am not a slave to my sins
They answer to me and no one else
That's more horrifying than when
I had control of myself

Known  (But Ignored) Demons

The demons I hide are in my mind,
Tormenting...clawing... trying to break free, to destroy
And annihilate my self worth, my self control.

Addiction is a powerful demon,

Tragic affliction...
Degraded position...
Unwise decisions...

Twisting and turning, down the deep frozen mind-set,
Keeping the demons at bay, is like...
Medieval torture,
Trying to escape with barely held sanity,
Unfortunately, it's usually fleeting.

Kicked out from the heavenly gates
Head first I fell like a speed of light
To the earth
Now a demon my angel wings removed
Now an angel of darkness
Lurking In every alley for heathen souls
I'm now a son of the devil
Going straight to hell
Need more imps to join me on that ride


A singed contract from the wicked
Finger dipped in innocent blood
Vowing to be born anew a child of
the Devil's throne
Wandering the earth with words smooth
And sweet .
I'm on my devil's business
I must do as my master wished

So I killed the innocent
Choke and strangle them until they
gave up the ghost
Feeding and biting evil souls
as they submit In fear
Following the evil masters plans
Some were sad
Some were happy
Selling their souls for
Eight pieces of gold
And morsel of bread
Playing with fire
Reservations continually made
by evil sinners sinking so wickedly to hell's gate


Devil's angels singing so clearly
Welcoming evil souls to a world of torment  
  Waiting to die
Wanting to fit in.
Casting all life at Ba -Al's
Feet .
Riding on the wings of dearh

This write is very visual, I dig it!

Thank you muaahh

Thank you!

Imagine a place full of frightening horrors,
Your aways scared to hear those screeching roars,
The on slaughter of a non stop war,
All because of that mystical door.

You see people lying all over the streets,
In the background you hear rumbling war beats,
You wonder why it must be this way,
Probably because today is Satins feast day!

Your worried about your life,
You've already lost your wife,
Horrible monsters, those things are,
Right now they are not that far.

Do the rebels stand a chance?
They're in a silly defensive stance,
The devils eat your living soul,
With there eyes that burn like coal.

The rebels drop to there knees,
The devils now hold the keys,
Today is Satins feeding day,
So everyone will pay, pay, PAY!

Small Victory

You appeared without warning tonight, dear ugly beast of mine
I thought things would go smoothly today, everything seemed just fine.
But after just a few incidents, you emerged with a fury even you usually don't feel
These emotions spread through me, make my skin tingle, and my mind begins to reel.
I can't stop shaking, and my entire body feels as if it's on fire
Neither can I stop this feeling inside, this overwhelming desire.
The desire to cut myself over and over, and watch puddles of my blood form on the floor
To burn over my cuts again and again, until I go numb and can feel no more.
I'm trying to contain you; I'm trying to keep you hidden
For the things we will end up doing together have been strictly forbidden.
Can't you just leave me alone; will you never see what you're doing is wrong
My efforts to keep you inside are useless, for you are still too strong.
You claw your way out of me, gleaming knife already in hand
You took so much energy from me, I feel like I barely have the strength to stand.
Seeing your chance, you strike at me while I'm weak
Knife slicing through the air, for my warm blood is what you seek.
For some reason, I fight back, and hold back your advancing knife
Maybe all the therapy is working, or maybe I'm just tired of living this fucked up life.
As time goes by, the battle wages on, until you suddenly decide you've had enough fun
I know you may have decided to stop trying, but for now I'm still just relieved that I won.
Slowly I am growing stronger, and proved it tonight by keeping you at bay
But you merely smirk and tell me to enjoy this night...for you'll be back another day.

The Beast Within

There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.

WEAKNESS CALLS
Faded senses, shattered pride
Emotion overtakes, I try to hide
Escape is futile, and more problems come
Brought by things i have done
Weakness calls, I lay and wait
Wondering.. Am I doomed by my own fate?

Will surely be back for this competition!

GODS BONES

From the remains
Of the crucifix
She uttered the words
Flames from her tongue

Gods bones rattled
Through the venom
Exclaiming the words
Written within

Salve my spirit
Solace for my sin
Darkness wombs me
I wear a mask
Of morbid silence

Sworn to the secrets
Of my soul
I became the devils geisha
Harvesting sin
Two round moons

Devouring greed
Echoing evil
From it
I feed

Watch
Me
Whilst
I bleed

you see in these feeble people every time a demon wins
the needle wins
and
every time a women is raped and ends up having twins
god and the devil shake hands and grin
every time we as people try to exorcise these sins;
with our good will solid faith and our verses and hymns
we get victimized, sodomized
in other wise fucked again and again
so reach for the gin
happily grinning this sadistic grin
some people believe in demons much like the djinn
they say its evil spirits that be hauntin' him from within'
others say he's lazy and just keep frontin' and tauntin' him pokin' at him with pins
poking holes in him while he doesn't give a fuck just drifts in the wind
he goes with his whim
a lunatic at the desk Lil dago aka Bricktop fuckin youngin' at it again