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Darkness Calls

He calls to me
swears he wants to try once again to make me happy
I remember those black eyes
and how I once surrendered to his sultry lies
his wild hair reflects the fires light
he came back to get me last night
ran his fingers through my hair
whispering that I can't escape, that he would always be there
he kissed my neck and told me I was his and his alone
I couldn't fight him he had my skinny wrists in his giant fists, and I was on my own
"Little Demon you will never escape me"
he snarled as he slammed my head against the wall and bringing tears of pain and misery
I almost blacked out
and when I opened my mouth to scream, to shout
he crush my lips with his own
no one could help me for I was all alone
he was too strong for me to fight off
he ravaged my mouth and when he finally released me for air all I could do was gasp and cough
though tears where in my eyes I will never let the Devil see me cry
though he sure does try
he gently cups my cheek in his burning hands
and against my bruised lips he whispered his growling list of demands
I was to leave the angel and come home to Hell
"You are not an Angel, Remember you fell?"
I am not scared of the Devil, I know he is stronger then me
that with a look he could give me loads of misery
his eyes promised violence and passion like I once had before
back when I was the Devil's Mistress, his perfect Demon Whore
but then I met that Angel and how I fell
he was the reason I turned my back on the Devil and his scorching Hell
he's kind blue eyes
and his good sweet heart that held no lies
where is my Angel now when the Devil crushes me against a concrete wall?
where is he? no he can't hear my call
when he comes for me
the Devil will have either killed me or taken me back to Hell, see?
he drags his claws down my arm
getting off of the pain he causes and oh how he loves to cause me harm
he licks my blood as if it were cherry syrup
then with a fierce motion my neck he swiftly does cup
his claws dig into my flesh reminding me I have no power
but I would rather die slowly then ever cower
he slaps me after I spit in his face
I push him away and run, his dark deep laughter echos off the walls as he gives chase
I run as fast as my weak legs could
but he is stronger and outrun me he could and soon would
his laughter chases me as well
and I cried out as I tripped and fell
he grabs me by my hair
"Where is your Angel Little Demon? does he not care?"
the tears now freely flow
for where my Angel was I did not know...
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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