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Demons in my Bedroom

Noises in the night.
Shadows on the stairs and
in the doorway.
Voices that whisper in my ear.

I huddle under my covers in a ball
while invisible hands claw at me.
Tears gather on my pillow
as I scream for help.

My parents don't come anymore.
They do not believe.
But I believe,
I hear,
I feel,
I see.

The demons try to get to me.
People call them ghosts,
but there's no way in hell
that these things were ever human.

I can't breathe.
My heart beats so fast,
I think it's going to explode.
There is a great weight on my chest.
Like something is pushing down on me.

The demon is going to kill me.
It whispers evil words to me
through the covers.

And then I feel it;
the burning at my neck.
I feel it ripping into my neck and shoulders.
My screams change.
They turn into shrieks of pain.
Now I hear my parents coming.

The door flies open and the light comes on.
My mom screams.
I finally open my eyes and see why.
My neck and shoulders are covered in blood.
A black, four legged shadow
hovers over me.

I stare into the eyes of the demon.
They burn redder then my blood.
I look to my parents.
Now they believe.
I don't have time for another tear.
The demon slashes at my face one last time.
And then God takes me away.





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KaiteeAxx said...
Jul. 13, 2011 at 10:18 pm
I love this poem! It truly shows how demoneted you are! ;) Talented!
 
SmileyFace13 said...
Jul. 8, 2011 at 1:51 pm
Dude i was totally caught up in this! you have amazing talent for writting and getting the reader to picture and feel in in their minds.
 
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