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Demons Of The Dark
Awaken in the middle of the night to my dark room, I see them as my eyes adjust to the darkness. Ghoulish souls wandering around, lost in their own futility and humility, surrounded by fiery flames. The images are real but yet distant and faded. Perhaps they aren’t real, maybe I’m not really awake but only dreaming. Maybe it’s not a dream but another nightmare. It could be my demons escaping again but I normally feel them.
Tonight I don’t feel, I only see the figures wandering about. I see men with cunts and not cocks, women with cocks and not cunts. I see the same woman I’ve seen before. Her long black hair barely covering her mounded breasts. Her nakedness glows in the dark in a fiery red. Her lips blood red and appear to be dripping the same redness. I see two women ravishing each other in the corner of the room, their hungry mouths feeding as if an only meal.
A gold dagger hangs from the ceiling, its glistening sharp blade waiting for the brave soul to grab it and I wonder which one will, none ever do, it will take someone or something special to do so. None of these lost souls will even attempt to, they shy away and refuse to attempt. What fucking pathetic souls I think to myself, just grab the motherfucker and see what happens.
I see the Wolfdog stalking quietly, waiting to pounce on its own meal, its tongue dripping the saliva from his mouth onto the hard concrete floor.
I see a hooded man fucking a woman with a veil, her screams are piercing but I can’t tell if it’s twisted pleasure or raped pain that brings about the squealing from deep within her bowels.
I see the devil but it’s not a he, this devil has a female form and she has a long sharp tongue that keeps licking her own cunt. I see a bright white wall that bleeds without reason.
My head is dizzy now, spinning around and around. I fumble for the light on the nightstand but it just clicks as if to not allow me into the light. I lay my head on my pillow and close my eyes, slowly I squint through the crack of my eyelids and all is gone, there are no lost souls left. I know they will be back, I just wonder what fucking crazies will be
Tonight I don’t feel, I only see the figures wandering about. I see men with cunts and not cocks, women with cocks and not cunts. I see the same woman I’ve seen before. Her long black hair barely covering her mounded breasts. Her nakedness glows in the dark in a fiery red. Her lips blood red and appear to be dripping the same redness. I see two women ravishing each other in the corner of the room, their hungry mouths feeding as if an only meal.
A gold dagger hangs from the ceiling, its glistening sharp blade waiting for the brave soul to grab it and I wonder which one will, none ever do, it will take someone or something special to do so. None of these lost souls will even attempt to, they shy away and refuse to attempt. What fucking pathetic souls I think to myself, just grab the motherfucker and see what happens.
I see the Wolfdog stalking quietly, waiting to pounce on its own meal, its tongue dripping the saliva from his mouth onto the hard concrete floor.
I see a hooded man fucking a woman with a veil, her screams are piercing but I can’t tell if it’s twisted pleasure or raped pain that brings about the squealing from deep within her bowels.
I see the devil but it’s not a he, this devil has a female form and she has a long sharp tongue that keeps licking her own cunt. I see a bright white wall that bleeds without reason.
My head is dizzy now, spinning around and around. I fumble for the light on the nightstand but it just clicks as if to not allow me into the light. I lay my head on my pillow and close my eyes, slowly I squint through the crack of my eyelids and all is gone, there are no lost souls left. I know they will be back, I just wonder what fucking crazies will be
Published 17th Feb 2017
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