.demented

Ghosts of the past haunt
You as you slumber,
Abusing your mind’s eye
With vile images of the deceased,
Revealing their rotting flesh,
Countless dismembered limbs,
And broken hearts.
You take no pity upon
The shattered souls.

Demons bury themselves
Deep beneath your skin,
Feeding off of your
Jealousy, anger, and guilt.
They gorge their stomachs
Full of your rigid emotions,
Producing the hatred that
Lies hidden in your soul.