The Demon's Torch
You’re desperately lost,
writing your way into the madness
Each word a false beacon,
your hopes to decry
You’re desperately lost,
searching the caves of your memory
Delusion the caretaker,
your verses to lie
You’re desperately lost,
as every voice now deserts you
Time running backwards,
the heat turned up high
You’re desperately lost,
as the Sirens misguide you
The torch of the demon
—burning darkly inside
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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