My Demon and Friend
I stared straight into the eyes of a beautiful demon in the daytime
and I didn’t feel angry, nor shame, nor sympathy, nor remorse, nor apathy, nor happiness.
I was sad for this young demon for she doesn’t know she’s burning up the very fabric that breathes for her, intact, when she could stop and stop to think, “I don’t give a fuck”
How I could distinguish it so easily now and the other one couldn’t even see with his own two lustful tastes
Eyes so heavy like stones fall down and droop
A fallen angel turned demon with the time of eternity “I don’t give a fuck!” mental exchange only because of an imperfect idea.
Such weak faith, mentality, and morals. Impulses are what killed her fragile body… to be filled with fire and poisonous joy, only to die
A friendlier angel saw through the signs, the weaknesses, and the two-handed mask, sat back and did nothing but laugh.
Othersiders drift into existence exhibiting their ritualistic tribal roots with the pops
Face full of mist seeps into my mind screaming “I don’t give a fuck!”
Emptiness filled my mind taking in these rouge puffs of preached sin
“I’ll find some way to get you lower than the heavens before we go to Eve’s dominion”
How a spirit could inhabit my corrupt mind, moonshine into my yearning eyes
Millions more waiting to join the big rampage in the populations on the 4th day.
Already screams were heard on the 3rd day to call for a new day
drops of poison flow down my leg burning every feeling I once had in them
Icy daggers penetrate the tough skin of my garb
cuts red deep into my neck like a burning metal chain choking the life out of my desolate soul
the stigma of a fearful disciple on my arm
all personified in my demon, her tricks, numerous tricks
I must not let the demon affect me further for I had grown too close for anything
that it does will affect me even if it doesn’t know, it still affects me.
How I deeply wanted to separate from this demon’s influence, but it always finds some way to hold me in its numerous claws
If it asks for help then I shall help because I’ve come too close
If it dies then I shall cry because I’ve grown too attached
Many times I tried on my own to extinguish its fire and failed
How I’ve wished to kill this demon, just to fulfill the inevitable end, and not have a long life of suffering
But in the end I’ll die too because it’s a part of me, embedded in me, part of my fake heart that I try to feed with chaotic morals, destroyed virtues, and a dismembered faith
A friend, a demon. Both interchangeable. Both inseparable. Neither trying to hold back. Both acting on fatal impulse.
I weep for them.