Demons UnforseenDemon Experience
Looking is a gift seeing is a power.
My darkest night held me captive,
feeding off my fear..
Although I know longer feared the
beautiful creature that I saw even with what was his impending life force intending
to scare me..
It is terrifying to think of what a
commodity art has become..
I watch the shadows move, see the
creature that lived within the walls..
He sang to me a tragic harmony..I softly weeped nothing but a broken girl on the cold wooden floor..
The music stopped abruptly. He had
heard me crying..
To see we must forget the name of the
thing we are looking at.
I closed my eyes an relieved a pleasant
childhood memory..My smile
grew my fear vanished.
I sensed he was near lurking within the
darkness daring me to weep again..
He did not like it when I cried for it
left him weak.
Art is a lie which makes us realize the
I slowly opened my eyes, his crimson
one's staring coldly into my face.
I did not fear him..Instead I startled us both by hum