The Demon

My past...it further torments me.
The memory of my demon terrorizes me.
My nightmares are vivid, they are real.
DAMN IT! It is occurring all over again.
The couch becomes a bed of thorns, as it restrains my soul.
It refuses to let go of me, then fear paralyzes me.
The silent treads, I can feel them getting closer.
I'm chained. I pretend to be asleep as the demon approaches to explore what remains.
I am a hollow cave, no form of life dwells within.
Sensation of tears magnify and for a brief moment my vision is obscured.
Thank God, because I can't bear the sight of him.
I remain paralyzed as he slowly exposes this bag of bones and bares my soul.
I begin to pray to God that He will make this all go away.
Guess not, He must be busy tonight because the demon continues.
He climbs on top of me and starts to satisfy his hunger.
I try to suppress more tears but they are too intense and the demon's stench is sour. He stops to wipe the perspiration.
Is it over? No, it's just the beginning.
His barbaric hands trace my lifeless carcass.
Sweat drips off him and I become nauseous as it descends to my taste.
His pace is becoming faster and more powerful.
The friction burns til my soul becomes numb.
Wow, how do I do this? How do I continue to live?
I don't...I just exist.
Finally, he's satisfied. He slowly ascends to his feet, kisses my forehead and softly whispers.
I try to avoid what is said but it's hard to whenever your daddy says, "I love you."