Away

You are my Demon
of Dust and Ash.
After you gained my trust,
you destroyed my soul.
 
You are my Demon of Ash
whose eyes boil my skin as if
they were made from acidic tar.
I know I cannot travel far
because you are my Demon of Ash.
 
You are my Demon of Dust
whose voice breaks my soul as if
it were formed from scalpels;
So sharp and precise, that, when
in contact with flesh, it cannot be felt,
but after a while, the pain begins to arrive.
 
You are the coffin that binds me in my death.
Where-ever I go, you manage to find me.
No matter how far I travel, I will never be free
from what you did.