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The Demons Inside
Memories
Like corpses
Haunting my past
Buried all to shallow
Beneath soil stained with lies like blood
To close to the surface, they rise
Awakened by the full moon of demons
Clouding my mind with shadows
Releasing ghostly screams, deafening me
Satan has entered the picture
Enticing me with an offer
To silence the skeletons forever
The trade: Me entirely
To feel release from this agony
I give myself to him
Hell has become my sanctuary
His black wings, my rapture
My corpses encased in catacombs
He's finally silenced the screaming
No more voices ricochet off my head
Now in the darkness, just the Devil and me
Like corpses
Haunting my past
Buried all to shallow
Beneath soil stained with lies like blood
To close to the surface, they rise
Awakened by the full moon of demons
Clouding my mind with shadows
Releasing ghostly screams, deafening me
Satan has entered the picture
Enticing me with an offer
To silence the skeletons forever
The trade: Me entirely
To feel release from this agony
I give myself to him
Hell has become my sanctuary
His black wings, my rapture
My corpses encased in catacombs
He's finally silenced the screaming
No more voices ricochet off my head
Now in the darkness, just the Devil and me
Published 7th May 2013
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7th May 2013 4:25pm
The narrator sure got the short end of that trade off. Earthly comfort,yes... but what of their soul after it leaves the earthly realm? It's those kinda questions this poem made me ask... which made it affective to a person of faith, like me. Gave me chills. Well done.
10th May 2013 1:55am
