Waking the demons

Waiting out the weeks in seclusion while emptiness touches my soul
With the softness of velvet and the color of coal
Now alone and embracing my imagination, I erupt with primal growls
Establishing a hierarchy through domination and unrelenting howls

How could I let the monster lay so dormant
...my most favorited friend
Time to wake the beast horned in adornment
And ride its wings to the end
Like the old ones, it slept beyond the reach of death
But now I call and watch the creature take a giant breath

The sleepy eye begins to open
Straining to focus the pupil retracts
It blinks while rolling within the socket
Washing away the cataract

Lips begin to crack and bleed while teeth become exposed
A worm like tongue slithers out to lick the splitting folds
Maggots rain like dripping blood after crawling from the mouth of debauchery
While they fall they begin to change into things that will start haunting me

I hear the hiss that my imagination whispers as it's saliva takes new shape
The tales it tells are worded demons who can finally escape
I will open the door and let the darkness roam
With a hand on my shoulder and a "welcome home"