Echoes of the Deep

A Demon's Charm

I walk through halls

Of murky nightlight

Not sure if what I see

Is a pinprick of sunlight,

Or a demon's glowing eyes

In the distance.

Everything changes form

In a moment's notice -

Sight is unreliable

In these walls of misbehave.

Everything visible to your eyes

Is a different shade of gray;

Creaks sound from above,

Laced with the whisper of lies

Fed to a starving child

In desperate need of love.

Everyone talks about the sun -

The radiance of the world -

But the only radiance you know

Is the radiance of mishap

Every tiny little decision

Can get you in -

From stupid to painfully obvious.

Voices sound around the corner -

Or are they the demons in your head?

A whistle whisps past your ear -

The wind? or the voice

That could very well be

Just inside your head.

A black figure stoops a pace ahead,

Towering over your pathetic little body,

Drenched with the blood of its victims -

The hair from upon their heads

Laced in between its fingernails,

Like "care" isn't a word

They truly know at all -

A voice sprinkled with the gentile nature

Of someone who knows how to kill -

Flowery inflections in their voice

Draws everyone closer,

Blinding people

To the blood on their clothes -

Until another unsuspecting soul

Gets too close for too long -

And becomes the hair between its claws.