The sky is hell,

Blood seeps from auburn clouds.

A reaping in the mist.

Shrieks and cries haunt the air,

Of children in the distance.

And I alive,

shiver at the heat

and run the other way.

Hollow eyes watch the wind,

Mind runs wild.

The end is nigh.

The end is nigh.

I sigh,

And take a breath,

Before my death,

And hesitate to embrace

the flames and fanged things.

The screech is heard.

It’s agony.

Of something horrid that had waste.

A monster’s charge.

The monsters large

Come mounting after me.

As carnal pleasure,

Sings for flesh.

Their horns and thorns and covered spine,

Ring and splice and slice

inside my abdomen.

And guts fall out,

And pus falls out,

And I watch in suffering.

Demons.

Demons by my eyes,

Demons in my head.

Rotate around me,

As I fight the walls

Of my prison cell.