My Demons

My demons have awakened once again; they tug, pull and crawl their way out of my skin, my body and soul. I can almost see them, I damn sure feel them. Some are creatures of the night, some are monsters that stir inside me, and some are angry droids that pursue the weak and vulnerable. They are all different, yet have the same purpose, the same filthy thoughts and the same cravings.

Their immoral behaviors reek with lust and sin. Devils that roam about to pursue the sexual decadence that fills their empty souls. They are dark, so very dark, their empathy is nonexistent. They feel no sorrows, no regrets and no guilt.

My demons crave the forbidden acts of sexual pleasures, the deepest of the deep and the wrongness of the wrong. It is where they survive, the unholy acts of the flesh and the indulgence of all it wants, or takes.

Some are angry, their vile acts filled with violence as their muscles tense with a controlled madness. Their veins pulse with anticipations and their twisted minds fill with an endless depravity. They sense, they feel and smell the corruptions they create, innocence stolen and replaced with an immoral deviance.

The demons have no limits, no desires not wanted and nothing will turn them away. Their crazed hunger is never totally filled, only temporarily satisfied with the carnage of human lust. They will return, they always do.