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Demon of Hell

 in a deep dark forest
where everything is dark
the horrible itchy feeling
of nightmares coming alive
the eerie of the wind
that hollows behind your ears makes
you feel like your being watched
dreadful cries of children dying
from  gruesome mark that is left behind.
it's foul, awful and nasty
that children die in the night.
all that is left on everyody
is a mark of a dimond with an X through it,
is this a sign of a demon or
is it sign of hope.
my daughter won't stop crying
and screaming
in the middle of the night.
i visted her at the edge of the forest
and asked her to stop
but she wasn't there,
my daughter has been dead for over 5 years,
but it sounded so strange to be her.
i went home to see my husband and son
too see if they heard the cries
of help through the night but
my son was asleep and
my husband was watching football
and he said no he didn't heard the screams.
then one day i went for a jog around the park
and i came home and i saw my
sister cradling her child.
i didn't know what was more frigtening,
seeing my dead sister
and her stillborn child
in my house or weather it was me.
That very night
I awoke to the sound of the baby
monitor crackling with a voice
comforting my firstborn child.
As I adjusted to a new position,
my arm brushed against my husband ,
sleeping next to me.
as soon as i reached the door
of my son's the window was open
and the bed was full of blood,
and all i could hear was the scream
of my child but he was dead on the floor
so where was this coming from.
something is wrong and
i don't know whats going on
here i'm scared to death.
the next morning my husband was going out
wood chopping and
he didn't come back for 8 hours
and i knew something was up he died
on the lounge with cuts all up him
like someone cutted him up into pieces,
that very night i was visted
by demons and ghosts of my loved ones,
i decided to kill myself but
i didn't kill myself it
was the demon of hell
who killed me first.
now all you hear
in the forest of dead is the screams
of young children dying to a demon
who you can not kill
if i were you never go to that
place ever again... okay sweety
now don't dream about the demon
who is your father
he kills all young children
so be careful he might just kill
you...
Written by badgurl
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