Dark Poems

Her Demons

Her soul holds no anger. No more.

She lost it in her fight, her battle, her war.

Her fight against her demons, a fight she never won, A battle she persists in, a war without no end.

Having fought for so long,

Her enemies and she became one.

Not knowing the difference between right and wrong

Her angels no longer sing its beauty song

The cards of life she was dealt were horrible and crude

Her demons thrive in her cold clamped heart and horrible mood

Every time she's in the wrong, pulls a con, steals and then is gone

Her virtues, morals, and angels fall, and her demons cheer her on.

The girl she once was is lost in the churning sea of evil and greed

The evil began as a harmless little seed

But grew from the bitter tears and devastating fears

Into the forever raging evil that captures love and tears, and sears

Beware what you feed your harmless little seed

Because the evil inside will prosper and grow until it escapes or is freed

There. Poem. Done.