Demon In Plastic.

In grimed secluded alleyway’s it’s his key into the divine, Believing deliverance has arrived while he walks this narrow line, Those eyes begin seeing reality his mind now lucid has cleared, The truth’s of his past now a cacophony welling up within perfect ears, Numbing out his nervous system a blind faith blanketed brain, Sporadic lighting of violent flashes lost within his mind deranged, Everything once believed assured now snippets of a life long elapsed, Consigning his soul to valueless spirits his self worth allowed to collapse, Without destination a wandering shell conforming to push through the days, Ignoring the voices of pleas and salvation sinking farther within mired haze, Memories taunting of mandible grasps devouring slowly his will to survive, Nightmares convulsing those hideous features transforming beauty into despised, Shrinking in angst from real vindication devolving back where the journey began, He ties off his arm inserting the needle releasing the demons inside once again.