a/n: This poem is a bit gruesome.
It would fit well in the "Horror" genre.
Please DO NOT READ unless you are
CERTAIN you are ready to handle that.
Consider yourself WARNED!
There is a shorter, censored version
elsewhere in this book by the same
title.
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A demon drives
The hearse of my existence
My soul in the coffin
Despite my resistance
This demon drives
The corpse of my life
Rotting in a coffin
Along with my wife
A corpse in a coffin
But somehow alive
Being driven by a demon
Down I-95
Throttle wide open
Wind freezing my soul
We never slow down
But must pay the toll
Echos in a coffin
Whispers of dead
They snicker quite often
In the depths of my head
This demon is a rodent
With claws like a bear
And as I lament
They rip out my hair
Breath claims I'm unable
To fight any more
The stench so palpable
It invades every pore
Long greasy locks
Crack in the wind
Whipping my soul
Slicing my skin
It's stabbing a hole
With tusks like a boar
It pierces my soul
Leaves it ribboned and tore
It cackles and shrieks
Taunting me to bend
I must defeat
This demon within
Consumed with rage
At the thought it could win
I must engage
And so pick up my pen
It laughs as I commence
To cover the page
But laughter grows thin
At my strengthening rage
It gives a start
At fear it could die
And seizes my heart
Pain seeps from my eye
I despise with a rage
This temptress of sin
Hate helps me engage
And battle again
I slice it's thick hide
My pen as my knife
Won't keep it inside
Gonna' take back my life
I'll push this demon aside
Come whatever strife
I'll raise my head high
And plunge deep my knife
I'll kick it to the curb
With Satan's sad bride
Gonna laugh when it bounces
And spills-out it's insides
I won't get out
I'm not along for the ride
I'm killing it
Then I'M GONNA' DRIVE.
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