My demon died when he was full
Two thousand at the funeral
All cast thier angry beady eyes at me
Snarling they growl almost as one
Dark thunder clouds obscure the sun
The storm I thought had cleared is here to stay
Lust pins me with her six inch heels
Greed urges it's ok to steal
Pride asks me what will happen if I'm caught
The demon drink bowls through the door
Shouting abuse hitting the floor
Envy turns green unhappy with her lot
A lightbulb moment helps me see
This ain't for him they're here for me
Wrath bellows out to claim me as his host
Mortality for he who wins
The poison laced throughout my skin
Turns lost tormented souls to would be ghosts
I favour some above the rest
That jealous cunt's a fukin pest
And hatred loves being out to freely roam
The blood fest it was just for fun
They all belong to only one
Smiling they signal time to take us home
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Almost got all of the seven deadly sins! This is a stellar poem, love the rhyme scheme! So glad you are feeling better..
Seeing our true reflection can bring out visceral reactions.
' Mortality for he who wins'
The heart always knows.
Great write!
Goth at its finest!! "Lust pins me with her six inch heels" being my favorite line!! No surprise there!! Ummm inner demons...some that live with us...some from the past. But they all tend to peak their big head from the corners of our minds. And many times reflect like a mirror into our bodies. Ohhhh and test us...harshly! But hell, welcome! Burn 🔥 🔥 Put them all on display!! A fucking blood fest!! We must savor them...painfully...hoping for release at the end of their fete. Hoping for....a little peace!! MORTALITY at its peak! ⚰️ ⚰️ ⚰️
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