The DemonI am the demonThe Demon4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Hiding under your bed,
In hopes to be fed.
My claws they are long,
And my teeth are so sharp,
While my eyes are like diamonds,
And black is my heart.
Your mother says that I am not real,
That I'm just in your head!
And could never be true,
But now she's dead!
And I hide,
For just the right time,
So clever, so snide!
I sit in the closet,
And dream of the day,
When you no longer fear me or
What could happen today.
And when you open the door,
As I rise,
And ask if you really want to die.
I can't help myself
I do try
But I'm just so hungry inside,
Don't ask me why.
I do love the taste,
And simply the smell,
Of tender young flesh ripped
All to hell.
Your screams and your cries
Give me such delight,
As you struggle and squirm
To live tonight.
I beg for more
Since your death is sweet.
I brush your hair so gently
And kiss your forehead,
Thankful for my stay.
I gobble you up,
And I slurp,
Until all that's lef
Demon?A demon?Demon?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Hmm, that might be true.
I don't like the place,
And I don't like you.
I was once very kind.
Yes, I was quite a sight!
Back in that time
When all was alright.
But since you've appeared
My ways, they have turned.
Cruelty is better;
That is what I have learned.
It is quite possibly true.
I am utterly evil.
I am rich. I am vain.
I will only make contracts
If I stand something to gain.
Unto you I shall place
A malevolent curse
That may be only removed
By something much worse.
My revenge may be lifted
By Death's hand itself,
But beware of his deals;
He cares not about wealth.
Yes, that could be true.
But who is the real demon;
Me or you?
DemonThere's anger in my heartDemon6 years ago in Free Verse
Am I becoming,
Something I don't want to be?
Like the poison air we breathe
There's fire in my eyes
And red paint on the walls
I don't want to be a demon
There's anger in my veins
And I only wish
To break and to destroy all things
Make it so no sunlight sings
There's glass down on the floor
And a growl on my tongue
I don't want to be a demon
There's anger in my mind
A scream on the air
That freezes the voice of the wind
Like the darkest of all sins
There's boiling in my blood
While it's on my hands as well
I DON'T WANT TO BE A DEMON
The demonAloneThe demon2 years ago in Free Verse
I stand up
For a useless battle
A battle aganist a demon
Who haunted me for years
But I've had enough
So now it's the time
It's do or die!
Fight the demonFire all aroundFight the demon2 years ago in Free Verse
Igniting my rage
Gauntlets soaked in his minions' blood
Hearing his growls
This is the final stand
The fight goes on
He's too powerful
Eager to destroy me
Death is close
My body will become
On this hellish place
Nobody stands a chance
Demon and the girl... ...The demon was sitting against a wall, sat comfortably in the night on the ledge of one of the walls surrounding his castle. He admired the night sky and the full moon, and the shadows whom moved silently- invisible in the dark.Demon and the girl... ...8 years ago in Short Stories
And then his peace was shattered instantly by a piercing scream.
He looked down away from the sky casually to see a shadow running over the landscape below, reeking of fear and exhaustion- the stench of a mortal filled his nostrils. His sharp red eyes looked ahead to her pursuers- and a smile formed in the corner of his mouth.
Kanine beasts covered black with three glowing red eyes and long snapping whiskers. Claws with which to tear apart flesh and bone.
The footsteps of her fleeing stopped and were replaced by close panicked breathing.
She could run no further, blocked and trapped by a wall that seemed to span for miles in both directions. She could only run to the left or right for a minute or two at the most before being caught- and eaten
The Piano DemonThe first time I saw her - really, really saw her, not just glanced at her as we tried our best to catch the back seats in the small university classrooms - she was at a piano. Maybe I'd never have really been able to notice her had it not been for that one, strange evening when destiny gently pushed me out of my awkward life and into hers.The Piano Demon4 years ago in Short Stories
If only children can be prodigies, then I wasn't one any longer. I'd lived through my glory years at school, where I'd gone off and won prizes for art and English, maths and physics, running circles around classmates and less talented professors. Eventually, when push came to shove and I had to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, I hid behind some more studying, delaying that dreadful moment when I'd have to prove that not only was I smart, but that I was also able to do something. I chose English and physics as majors, convinced I could do both easily enough. I wasn't right. I wasn't very wrong, either. There wasn't much of a personal life
Birth Of A DemonLook upon this twisted visage what looms above your frightened headBirth Of A Demon8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Look upon it's cold blackness and know that soon you shall be dead
Gaze upon your end standing so real at the edge of dark
Gaze upon this hovering terror, frozen as petrified tree bark
But before I have my way with your very flesh and your very soul
I shall make you privy to why some take delight in such a morbid goal
I shall spin a yarn of wheel and of woe
Then by tales end you shall reflect and you shall know
So listen well in the moments before your flesh and spirit are melded to mine
Escape is impossible. I am already within you. I am the very tingle in your spine
I shall loom closer to you as my tale progresses, to view the terror in your eyes
Drinking in that sumptuous fear that will so teasingly appetize.
So now that my table is set and my meal simmers in its pot
Prepare for my generous seasoning of agony and of rot
Here it comes as promised, my delicate and delectable dish
The tale to tenderize your meat
DemonPain..Demon4 years ago in Free Verse
You don't know the half of it.
You couldn't fathom the agony.
You have no idea, what it's like.
After everything you put me through,
Everything you've done.
After what you've killed inside of me,
A demon has been created.
I feel no sympathy,
I feel no remorse.
I have no feeling,
and I fear I have no heart.
Cold, dead hands constrict me,
The fire inside scorches,
The dark abyss of forgotten lies,
Consumes my very soul.
I fear there is no turning back,
From the beast you have made of me,
From the monster I am.
From the demon that I have become.
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,Inner Demon1 year ago in Free Verse
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
The Princess and the DemonThe princess was perfect as could be,The Princess and the Demon2 years ago in Free Verse
Admired by everyone she would see.
Her skin was smooth and very fair.
So long and flowing was her hair.
But there was one thing she feared.
She heard the demon coming near.
The demon would attack the town,
Destroy everything that was around.
Despite all her great fame,
The demon she could not tame.
As the demon continued to grow.
There was a secret the town didn't know.
There was no one she could confide.
The demon the princess held inside.
At night the princess just changed.
Her mind and body become deranged.
Her town she didn't know how to defend.
Only one way she could bring to an end.
One quick draw of the knife.
The princess took the demon's life.
Demon withinA demonDemon within2 years ago in Free Verse
Making her host
Her will to live
I can't lose her
I'll help her
While I still can
Lost enough friends
To be alone
So the demon
Has no one
But I'll stay
She needs help
Her demon does
Are not her fault
I know it
So I'll always
Stand by her side
No matter what
Maybe you are my inner demonMaybe you are my inner demon3 years ago in Free Verse
I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.
I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.
I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.
I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.
I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
It's like they want to kill.
But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,you said to me:
"Don't talk to monsters under your bed,
Cause they don't like us at all.
Sleep,I am here,my love.
They don't know what we know."
Forbidden Love- 'Demon Boy'Forbidden Love- 'Demon Boy'8 years ago in Free Verse
Where are you demon boy?
As I wander in the forest
While the wind blows past me
With tears in my eyes
Oh my demon boy
Can you hear me Cry?
Alone in the darkness
Slowly...time goes by
You are still there
Yet you, only I can see...
As my sorrow hangs overhead
Like a human, kind and caring
At heart, a demon waiting to kill
To care for me you gave it up
And only I knew...
You could hear my every movement
You could hear me breathe...
Your ears could find me
Wherever I might be
Every time you saw me
Your eyes sparkled with joy
Such an entrancing blue
I would get lost in them
While holding you
Come for me my Demon Boy
While the moon is full
For the shadows have engulfed me
Using my sorrow against me
A menacing tool
Still hoping for you
Searching for a sign
Come for me my Demon Boy
I'll be waiting this time...
Demon!England x Angel!Reader - Simple StoryIt was hard to tell why he loved places like that but on the other hand… Maybe that was in his nature? The club he picked this time was crowded but not loud; calm, jazz music coming from the speakers, filling the room alongside with gray smoke. You grimaced. Looking at people that took their time slowly inhaling cigarettes reminded you of how little you understood them. For someone in your position habits like smoking or drinking were hardly appealing. But he liked them, he felt more alive or at least he told you so.Demon!England x Angel!Reader - Simple Story2 years ago in Short Stories
“Are you always on time?” Question was made right behind you.
You didn’t have to turn back, just a little smile appeared on your face, as you slowly nodded.
“It wouldn’t hurt you to come late once, dear.” He continued and you could easily imagine long glass in his hand and him sipping red drink from it.
Bloody mary. His favourite.
Or at least on of many. He told you, that he had knew the person the drink took name af
The Demon Child'Be wary of the demon child, my boy,The Demon Child4 years ago in Free Verse
As he scuttles about the fire place,
Be careful of his wily games and ploys,
And fear his twisted face.'
The demon child moves as if a flame,
Bright, fiery, quick and red.
His image scars young eyes just
Before they run up to bed.
Cackling and dancing,
In young children's nightmares he lurks,
Spinning and creating
A dark and dangerous world,
For that is how the demon child works.
Each night he visits
The young boy's head,
And whispers words to him as he sleeps,
Words of darkness, words of peril,
To fill the young boy's heart with dread.
Once he is within you there is no escape,
His claws will never release your heart,
His presence will never desert your head,
And from here on now you and the demon child
Shall never be apart.
'Be wary of the demon child, my boy,
As he scuttles about the fire place,
Be careful of his wily games and ploys,
And fear his twisted face.'
little red and demonlittle red and demon4 years ago in Concrete Poetry
A rhyme story about a demon looking for love. He goes to the land of fairytales to search for his own princess. On his journey he meets a few well known fairytales. GIggles, Petunia, and Flaky. There is still blood. Read and Review It's a good laugh.
There once was a demon who lived alone
On the dark side of the world he sat in his throne
Flippy was the name he was given
For his second personality which was hidden
His own fairytale is what he wished for
And to not live forever in blood and gore
So a princess he would go and find
One who is beautiful graceful and kind
He took along with him his bowie knife
For anyone who messed with him will lose their life
He walked a long way out of his land
Into another world which was grand
The sun was bright and the sky was clear
No sign of sorrow death or fear
But he had no time to sightsee
He must find his soon bride-to-be
He finally saw a large open field
With flowers animals and trees the place weil
Demon's Doll(This one's a bit of an experiment pushing my own writing comfort zone regarding characterization and some stylistic matters. The subject matter is also one I've not heavily read up on, and this was initially meant to be much shorter than it was. As a result, it is somewhat clumsy in pacing, style, and writing. Please accept my humble apologies.)Demon's Doll2 years ago in Short Stories
Lowell hated his life. Really, he had for a long time, but now even more so, particularly because he was now stuck in a caged wagon left outside that damn cave. Like everyone else in his village, he had accepted the need for a yearly sacrifice to appease the spirit in the cave, right up until that year's sacrifice turned out to be him, completely in spite of the village going with the traditional "young girl" sacrifice up 'till then. And, as it turned out, he didn't really have any friends to vouch for him, and his family was more concerned with the compensation. Now he was trying to pry the damn thing open with all his might. The "deliveryman
Demon RomanoxAngel Reader: A Demon's FateAngels have faithDemon RomanoxAngel Reader: A Demon's Fate4 years ago in Short Stories
I don't want to be a part of his sin
I don't want to get lost in his world
I'm not playing this game
"Stay away from here!" You screamed out as you delivered the final and fatal blow to the demon. Landing on the ground, your wings vanished in thin air and your halo evaporated,"I'm doing so good..." You said, catching your breath,"I need to find that damned demon who keeps sending these guys out."
"That would be me. And I have a fucking name." Looking over to the right, you see a brunette; nothing out of the ordinary. Fair skin and brown eyes to match,"My name is Lovino and the devil himself has requested I take you and convert you into one of us!"
"_____, nice to meet you Lovino." Your (e/c) eyes narrowed a bit,"And who says I will. I have God watching over me. I was chosen as a special warrior to defend the world!"
You heard him laugh,"He didn't do nothin'!" You stepped back in shock,"The devil's minions destroyed
DemonsLost inside a labyrinthDemons8 years ago in Free Verse
Deep within myself
Chained by an unforgiving beast
To pain and regrets long past
I dwell here in this land of longing
Wanting to be free of demons
Haunting me, taunting me
I want to scream, cry out for release
But redemption will not come so easy
Pardon for these crimes is fleeting
For she who cannot even begin to forgive herself
Demon of DepressionDepression is a tricky little devil. It comes and goes, in bits and pieces, in mass's and chunks. It makes you feel below bad, makes you feel to tired to hate life and those around you. Makes it a challenge to smile. Turns you into a sad, lifeless little zombie.Demon of Depression4 years ago in Free Verse
I, personally, deal with that demon. My demon's a small, monor compared to others that the world faces. Still, it possesses my soul, dteals my thoughts and emotions away. Mine are tiny, but enough to make it difficult to wake up, make me not want to wake up in the morning, not want to face yet another hellish day.
It strikes often, often enough to leave its sting for weeks, months. The monster is always with me, watching from the shadows, tinting my personality, waiting for the perfect time to strike me with its venom. Waiting for a miserable day, for a time of loss and mourning or sorrow, for self-destruction.
I am still strong enough to fight back that devil, but it is a dark cloud over my head, always there, a burden that ma
Demon InsideShe lives in the shadowsDemon Inside11 years ago in Free Verse
Her own special place
So the sun will not mock her
With its happy face
She dwells in the darkness
So her soul wanders free
From the horrible truth
She isolates herself
So that she may hide
The devil within her
The demon inside
The DemonThe darkness crawls around in me.The Demon4 years ago in Free Verse
It eats off of weakness and fear.
It tries to pry into my mind.
Am I going crazy?
I hold my hands up to the air,
And fall down on my knees.
Maybe praying will get me out of this.
Maybe the Lord will show mercy.
Please, please, let me out of this hell.
Let me go back into the light.
Cleanse my soul.
There's a slight noise off to the side of me.
And the demon drags me down
Lasael the DemonPART I: The WinterLasael the Demon7 months ago in Short Stories
Once upon a time in the year 1316, two childhood friends were walking across the frozen waters of Stråken, Sweden. Winter was but a whisper away and the boys were responsible for delivering lamp oil to their homes in Mullsjö. Filip was 17 years old, whilst Isak had just turned 15. As they strolled over the icy lake, the muffled cries of a man filled the air. In the distance, a figure could be seen struggling helplessly in the water.
"Hold on Mister!", Cried Filip. "We are coming for you, please hold!". Without a moment's hesitation, and with no regard for their own safety, Filip and Isak sprinted towards the man in distress. As they pulled the mysterious figure to safety, however, it was clear that he was no man at all. His skin was pale and soft, gleaming as brightly as the blinding sun. His hair was dark like the midnight sky on winter's solstice, and his eyes burned like a pair of newborn stars.