Wednesday, December 2, 2015
My Demon
It smiled at me when I was born
Then pointed straight at me and said
Oh little one, your such easy pickings
I'm going to fill your life with dread
It's presence always there in my shadow
Overwhelmed by the stench of its breath
It wore many differen't disguises
Representing my life and my death
Always an opportunist for torment
The sound of its hiss and its groan
The equivalent of human laughter
It possessed me and called me its own
Invading my dreams through the night
When it reared its disgusting face
Knowing I'd be paralyzed with fear
It was incapable of mercy or grace
My body felt its evil touch me
Ever sickening, seething and vile
It growled, you are still my little one
With that same putrid, demonic smile
©S. Austin Vincoski
Christmas Kills
You were truly the love of my life
I knew we would be husband and wife
Our heart as one and our souls collide
Life was beautiful, to be at your side
We built our castle's on the beach
We owned the stars we couldn't reach
I wrote "I love you" in the sand
And then you put a ring on my hand
We raked the leaves and played in the pile
One moment in time, I remember that smile
We sipped our cocoa and snuggled up tight
Your arms around me all through the night
Winter came and it snowed so hard
We made snow angels in the back yard
You dragged home a tiny, little tree
We bought red bulbs so we'd both agree
I had to work that Christmas Eve night
But I had a feeling something wasn't right
So I left work early to check on you
And that's when I found her there too
I spent Christmas all alone in my car
Parked down the street so I wouldn't be far
I couldn't stand to be away from you
And I'd made up my mind we were through
I found a place just across town
So much in my head, I wrote it all down
I sent you a letter every single day
Even though I knew you threw them away
New Year's Eve I finally saw the sun
I felt peaceful inside so I bought a gun
Everyone complaining about Christmas bills
I just said "Yeah, Christmas kills"
I put the cold metal against my head
I love you, but without you I'm already dead
©S. Austin Vincoski
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