The Demon
A silent scream no one can hear;
One heart gripped by grief and fear!
The pieces are scattered all over the floor.....
Willing the bad force to walk out the door.
Ripping, biting, scratching, shouting!
The demon has escaped his coop!
This is going to be a forever fighting,
Maybe brew a spell binding witches soup?
Spinning the top round and round.....
So much raw sadness can be felt and has been found
Where is this raw sadness’ soul?
Did it survive? Is it still whole?
It’s pitch black, nothing wants to be seen....
Is it still living? Is this a dream?
The Cruelty! Battered and broken,
It has never before of been spoken.
Everybody just passes it by,
Lying in the corner, waiting to die.
Demonic laughter and flashing eyes;
It keeps it hidden to those who are saying their good byes
He’ll never die! His cruelty he wants to spread,
Even to me, dreaming and sleeping in my own bed!
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