The Demon on the Inside

by SPAuthor
  • April 2, 2012
  • Poetry
  • Horror
  • Poems
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It's there
Lurking in the darkest corners
Of my soul
Even while I walk
In the sunlight

It's there
Always there

Its eyes gleam red
Its fang flash white
Its claws stretch out
Locking me in its
Grip

There's no escaping
It
The Demon which hides inside
My cornered soul

It controls
It changes

Baring its teeth
It takes my heart once again
In its terrible jaws

I can't stop it
It's not really me
I would never be so
Cruel
To you,
My friend

No,
It's only
My Demon
Lurking on the inside
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FruityBickel wrote a review · Mon Aug 13, 2012 12:31 am

I like the message of it, the whole demon on the inside thing. Maybe elaborate on how it affects the behavior of the host? Does the demon control the host's actions, or does the host try to fight it?

This line:

"Baring its teeth
It takes my heart once again
In its terrible jaws"

I don't know, it just seems awkward. The flow of it seems off, like there's no real rhythm or coordination to it. It's bumpy to read, with no punctuation, too. Commas and what not. Yeah.



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