Facing DemonsDarkness in room so thick breath is drawn from lungs and soul.
Feeling of death coming to collect it's bounty, it's due, it's toll.
Crashing, falling across the room to means of escape, a locked door.
Hands soaked of sweat, behind something quickly moves across the floor.
Slithering and sliding,the horror progressed, escalated, terror grew.
Sucking sounds as if blood being devoured, then as if it had begun to chew.
Shaking, sweaty cramped hands hopelessly sliding from lock and door.
Eyes keep seeking in absolute darkness for what goul is hunting on the floor.
Now it has risen, though this hunter of the dark has always walked upright.
Suddenly One sees, widened mouth, dripping fangs, what a hellish fright.
What was created inside you of sin is now vessel of rotten flesh, awful life.
Facing demon of self-deprecation, set forth to make evil wrongs right.
Poetry by David W. Glavin
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Written on 2016-08-17 at 23:54
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