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Demons Running
Demons Running
Demons running in my mind as I engrave this poem, grave pen I write with, haunts my mind.
Demons running inside my head telling me evil thoughts.
I can hear the devil hissing in my mind,
Somehow the devil’s dead inside me,
But the thoughts it tells me are still evil.
Dripping with the burning red acidic gas
I thirst for the taste of flesh and blood;
No one shall intrude my dejection the
Armageddon has conquered my flesh
For I am created in the Stygian city of Babylon,
Bloody tears descending down my eyelids.
Twilight’s glorious descent delights
Tease my distorted soul hidden by a face of innocence
And smiles that never meet the eye.
I walk around with wrists dripping cold blood,
Cause I’m a loathsome man.
Demons running in my mind as I engrave this poem, grave pen I write with, haunts my mind.
Demons running inside my head telling me evil thoughts.
I can hear the devil hissing in my mind,
Somehow the devil’s dead inside me,
But the thoughts it tells me are still evil.
Dripping with the burning red acidic gas
I thirst for the taste of flesh and blood;
No one shall intrude my dejection the
Armageddon has conquered my flesh
For I am created in the Stygian city of Babylon,
Bloody tears descending down my eyelids.
Twilight’s glorious descent delights
Tease my distorted soul hidden by a face of innocence
And smiles that never meet the eye.
I walk around with wrists dripping cold blood,
Cause I’m a loathsome man.
Published 9th Mar 2015
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2nd Apr 2015 9:09am
The more you stare into that place, understanding it, the more you find roots of it in yourself. But knowing those roots, knowing what's inside and out? Your actions are yours, but those dark visions are the price of being able to see through things. Some call it temptation. I call it precautionary views.
Much of your work is headlines from Hell. Thanks for releasing this, comrade Masango.
Much of your work is headlines from Hell. Thanks for releasing this, comrade Masango.
