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