Demon
I hear your cackle, it echoes in my ears,
Haunting my mind, in all corners are fears.
Every hallway has shadows, the stairwells are dark—
Hunched beasts are breathing, snarling remarks.
The heat in the air, like steam from a stove,
Suffocating and strong, burning my nose—
My lungs fill with black, dissolving in smoke,
That smolders my flesh, flaking ashes in my throat.
Strangled by hands, coarse and calloused by blood,
Reeking with death, ripped and rough—
Your arms grapple around, from ceiling and walls,
Reaching through flames that blaze with shrieks and calls
Of those you’ve dragged through the scolding coals
And now you torture them, searing their souls.
With your lies and lips that are dipped in venom,
That seeps and beats through veins like drums.
A murderous poison, silent and fierce,
From your fangs it drips, searching hearts to pierce.
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