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