Devil's Roar

Talking in the kitchen, Family is sitting on the counter joking around, One of us feels singled out, From the counter pulls he you off and your head meets the grout, Suddenly you get up, start laughing, and the rest join. You become possessed and stab him in the back, First can't tell what with but something with a point, Suddenly we all become victims of attack, You strike over and over until until he's on the floor, You do an uncanny impersonation of the devil as you roar Environment has changed and we're surrounded by strangers, They had come to witness a comedy show but now they're in danger, They all scatter and run for their lives, Escaping into fake staircases, walls, a few run just running no where in strides, Somehow I just stand there, watch it happen, No fear in me that I may become part of this, I tell myself I need this info for the therapist, No fear that I may be at risk, Witnessing a demonic demonstration, You want loved ones to feel intimidation. Then I woke up.. Glad my reality doesn't get me all choked up Childhood memories can be brutal and somewhat faux I'm learning more and more I have a hard time letting them go