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demons
We all sometimes subscribe to the dark side
It’s the place where my creativity likes to hide
Mine is darker than others
Reserved for demons and lovers
I envision torture better than a fire pit
One in which they cannot stand or sit
Let them hang upside down
Hurtling towards the ground
Only to be raised again
Like when they offer to be a friend
I will continue to reject
For I never fail to suspect
A lie or a deception
My methods need correction
So I turn them right
Let them run without sight
Mazes with roses and thorns
Flashes of light from thunderstorms
Right ventricle to left
They are left bereft
Confused and confounded
They are finally grounded
Until they realize its quick sand
No one can fight or stand
Disappearing slowly they sink
I laugh you are the weakest link
When he is gone the quiet will creep
And I will finally rest in my sleep
