He takes and takes it all.
Drugs and alcohol is the only way he can fall.
He has the right people to control.
He feeds off the fact that he is on top.
Money, power, girls, cars.
He feeds his groupies drugs.
He wants money, but his job doesn't give enough.
So he goes underground.
He is selfish.
Risking people's lives for his satisfaction.
Little kids do the dirty work for him.
He never has his wicked hands dirty.
His heart is filthy,
But his riches tend to make up for it.
When the girls flock to him, he loves it.
He feeds off the adrenaline.
He grew up with a sadistic mind.
He loves seeing red all over cold bodies,
Caused by his guns, knives and fighting.
He feeds into it in the deep of the night.
The people at the bottom are hungry,
Starving, aching to be fed.
The people at the top are bathing in money.
Bathing in people disadvantages.
He loves it all.
He is feeding his demons.
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The Demon's Feast
PoetryThese are my pieces, some bad experiences in life written. Excuse me for making you cry, that was my intention. I hope these pieces not only make you cry, but help you through the tough times in your life . TW : abuse, sexual harassment, drugs, ment...
