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In the depths of my deepest, darkest thoughts

I see my deepest fears realized

I feel my soul is being wrenched from inside

And my heart is stained with someone else's blood

 

There are many in my life who have wronged me

But with many of those people I have reestablished friendship

But a simple, minute few, are still on my list

For they have wronged me more than I can bear

I have trouble sleeping at night sometimes

I toss and I turn with the thoughts in my head

I want to get up and find the man who is chasing me

Deep into the forest on cold, moonlit nights

I want to find him and tell him to stop

That he is freaking me out

That he is crazy

That he is making me crazy

That I am crazy

I can't take it anymore, I feel like I will snap

I want to find a shotgun, a long-range crossbow

An axe, a spear, or maybe just a sharpened stick

For protection

I need protection

Protection from him

Protection from it

It is no longer human

The eyes are glowing red

Demonic forces hard at work

To kill my body and stain my soul

But I realize I need help too

I need somebody to help me find him

I need somebody to help me fight him

I need somebody to help me kill him

But I realize I need help too

Because it is not a person we're dealing with

It is the demon inside the person who taunts us

It is the demon inside the person who haunts us

It is the demon inside the person who wants us dead

It is the demon inside the person who I want dead

 

In the depths of my deepest, darkest thoughts

I see my deepest fears realized

I feel my soul is being wrenched from inside

And my heart is stained with someone else's blood

 

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