Giggles of Demons
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
in inky blackness of night,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
I march to the beat of Satan's dastard band;
submit without a fight.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Running with the evil intent of command,
black thoughts now shocking white,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Misery becomes too much to withstand;
the balm of slumber bright.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Decisions made in haste, cannot now remand.
Heartbeats spill the blood contrite;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Craving only grief's respite,
I turn towards the waiting light.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Copyright © Darkland Poetry | Year Posted 2015
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