It Blinds the Vision of Angels
It waits
It drills deep within
It sees the blood flowing
It finds the darkest places
It lives forever within
It blinds the vision of angels
It drowns the cries of your sins
It knows how to manipulate your conscience
It can rip off the flesh from within
It burns away at your feelings
It flames the doubts living within
You hear the sound of silence
You feel the pleasure of living
You don't ever see it coming
Invading your mind deep within
You see a reflection of a face
You know that's you; that's your skin
A shadow behind your lenses
You feel a difference; something else living!
You hear the door open
You hear the footsteps coming
You listen to the sound of your fear
A rage burns deep within
You stand in the dark to face it
But no physical form is standing
You turn on the light knowing
That your demon has climbed back in his skin
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2017
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