Demons
Demons
Sad and suffering souls. Do you think they are happy creatures? Oh, no!
The life in their hearts is so hard, cold, dark emptiness. Believe me this
I am not a liar, I know them. They are ghosts, some of them are humans
I am also a human being… in my body. I am looking for that. Mind is changed.
Looking for the hidden being to live for the noblest, darkest life, so over life
Unknown this life, you can not see our eyes, we are dead, that’s why we are alive
Demons from the other side, others arriving from their lives, dead humans
I am dead too, still live in a corpse, I am tired of this sarhogasphus, my skeleton
I want to shed my life. To win. The life. The new. One. Forever. No more life
Just life. A personal world that has not become physical. Independent dead life
Better to live like this, the jail of humanity is cancer to a pure individual, poison’s life
New life, spacious, endless, atmospheric. Demonic life is the gate into the sky
That’s why we are suffering
Our life is very heavy
This is the test, the trial
So many demons are poor
Do you see? Can you see?
People live on the periphery
They are the dead living
Their souls are so high
Oh, loved demon hearts
The role models
Super spirits
I follow them
Oh
Blessed
All the
Demon life
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2025
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