Faces of Terrifying Demons
Faces of Terrifying Demons
Some look into the Demon dark
And are engulfed
Crushed and torn apart
These poor souls
Descend to the narcotic escapes
Or turn to face the world
In return
With violence, anger and hate
Or fall at last
In the suicidal ends of life
Some prefer never to look
At all
Into the blank black stare
Of their mirror
They remain willingly
Oblivious to the monsters
Of the past
They reflect dumb
Silent hearts
Shrouded in casual attachments
Some know the faces
Of the ugly experience
And embrace it
Suckered into the apparent meaning
Of living on the edge
Of self torture
Predisposed they become
To feeding the evil
Once done to them
Lost souls they become
And some
Walk with trembling fear
Walk right into the deeper
Black scared shadow
They search the creepy threat
Of their night
Though sickened by the sight
In the memories
Of what had been done
With faltering and unsure steps
They shiver
Barraged by a choking terror
Though cowering still
They search
Until they find the lonely battered child
And take its poor frail hand
And lead it back out
Into the light
Some have with such compassion
And with such unwavering fortitude
Found existent despite their weakness
They emerge
The braver and more courageous
With such a gentle strength
That holds them steady
As they step from the foul and pitch
Made stronger
By the darkness
And the faces of
Terrifying Demons
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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