Nobody and the Demon

 
From all parts, I’m made of demon
Every drop of hope and ambition drained from my skin
Like blood from a morbid wound of the recently departed
From a life they no longer win

My wings are great and terrible with many holes
Bad flight is to be found
On these which are the shade of dead coal
Feared by the welldoers of the world

My horns splinter and crack with each day
Ever longing, ever twisted and cruel
For never does their hunger end
For greatness that finds not the fool

From my skull to my heart I’m made of demon
Evil should slip from my fingers like heated brine
Yet no harm can I muster towards you
For I have nowhere that I can call mine

My voice booms and croaks wherever I go
Heated by hellfire and kerosene
But no one ever listened before
None could understand what it would mean

There were times long ago when I felt safe
When I had been whole and saw first light
Then came the truth of darkness
Forevermore could I see blight

It was never a consequence
There had been no choice
Merely a roll of a die
Predestined to have no voice

For the pain I bore, I was punished
Forced to hurt and never to hide
Driving sweet angels away
All by my own to bide

They tell me it isn’t my fault
But so too they are excuses
When I ask for entry into heaven
And they point at my bruises

If I had known then I may have cared more
With time and knowledge, I might still rise
But now my clock has broken
Is it too late for a reprise

Shunned by those who see no value
Cursed to be too aware and free
Stuck in my own complex thought
Wondering if I could still be