there's a demon
right below the surface,
waking up
with blood licked eyes
and an all seeing tongue,
scratching away at the sores.
there's a demon
clawing his way
up through the
bedrock
and dirt
and concrete
to get beneath your bed.
he breathes secrets into
your ears while
you're sleeping.
he plays at your soul
before you wake.
there's a demon
wearing your skin
like a suit,
necktie and all,
waiting for you to fall
to wake up inside of you,
to show you a special place
in Hell.
he's been patient
for such a long time
to finish up
the bones that crack
within your limbs.
he has wept a multitude
of tears to
be with you
today.
there's a demon
worming his
way into your
meat,
waiting for the chance
to become
one with
you.
the longest road
he has traveled
for a glimpse
from behind your eyes.
and if you
should rise
before he is through
it will be the last
thing you'll ever do
before he cuts
your scream short
for a chance to
swallow another
when you're spent.
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