10-12-01

Days of Demons

Days of Demons
Plaguing my mind.
All emotions in a downfall,
Trailing further below...
Lost in a day of anarchy;
Nothing is here, nothing free.
Pools for drowning sorrows in,
Glistening with fear and anger.
Here love decays as a corpse.
Rotting away like it never existed.
False lives drift over it all,
As a thick, merciless fog.
The stench of pain lingers here.
Blood, dried, clotting fresh wounds.
Scars in masses shelter bodies.
Bodies that were made for destruction.
After this, the day will end.
The Demons may rest for a moment.
Falling to the hard surface.
Then they tell me
Sleep now...