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I rest your head on my lap
and I promise everything is alright.
I caress your hair—
and it's myself who I deceive when I say
I will heal all that aches.

Playing peek-a-boo with your demons
I grant each and every desire.
Gasping lullabies to your ear,
do you rest when they sleep?

Playing hide and seek with your demons
they feed me all your whims.
Gasping bedtime stories to your ear
until you fall asleep
and they come with me.





[Another recurrence of the Devotion Rot habit—spilled as art.]
Poems telling about a love that lingers like a parasite, one that you welcome in the despair of loneliness. And one you feed in the need of being taken whole. Until nothing of you is left.
A soft lullaby you whisper while sweetly dying inside.
You are precious
Like treasure
Someone I wish to
Protect
Allow me to rest
Within your shadow
Keeping an eye on you
Staying warm
Comfortable in your dark
Just tell me
When you need me
I promise the part of me
That lives in your shadow
Will behave until needed
I want you to protect
My peaceful
Calm relaxed
Side that is always exposed
While the monster that hides
Waits
Rests
Gets stronger
In case you need help
But I digress
To protect you
Just tell the shadow
I will protect you
Like a dragon
Over looking its hoard
Except
The only riches
I have is
A gem
Equipped with multiple pieces
That makes a whole
Beautiful
Unique
Special
Treasure
In turn look at me as your
Hidden
Dark
Valuable
Jewel
With nothing more than a
Demon lurking
Protecting you from your shadow
Xnarf May 26
An outreached hand to the depths of despair
A foreign warmth to thaw the frozen stare
The slumber breaks, the recluse now aware
You are there

Like moth to flame, a worship in bloom
Fixated. Yearning for your time to consume
All the darkness faded, that was to presume
Were it not for the demons that invaded the room

Stars aligned, brought within proximity
Hearts conspired, connected by affinity
Wired to your soul, craving for continuity
Golden opportunity squandered by insecurity

When the demons resort to intimidation
How can a fragile soul combat such confrontation?
High and mighty, they spoke of salvation
Here I crumbled in the wake of their devastation

All those nights awake, body numb, ever so tired
Endlessly looping what fate had conspired
Wishing for the strength that the moment required
All hopes and dreams once again expired

Forgotten, left to bleed along with time
Escaping the depths, an excruciating climb
Emerged, it’s clear that your path became sublime
Demons, for her sake I thank your crime

As the world was left to burn
You danced without concern
The void still whispers, aching to return
But memory arms me well to spurn

What might've been keeps me obsessing
I'd swear it's different now, but I'm just guessing
All I know is, though it's distressing
This curse of mine was your blessing.
And after all this time,
Im sorry.
Lance Remir Apr 3
All of my demons stayed quiet
Because we all loved listening to you
Eliana Knight Feb 26
In a place where the wicked crawl & creep,
A demon woke up from his deep sleep,
His eyes filled with unholy desire,
As he saw a mortal woman, her hair red as fire.

With eyes like caramel, her beauty a pure delight,
He gazed at her with lust, that began to ignite,
The demon’s heart, for the first time started to pound,
Could this be love, was his soulmate found.

Lurking in darkness & keeping out of sight,
He whispered in her ear as she slept through the night,
He would say words of a deep affection,
He lured her so he could start a connection.

But his mortal woman was unaware of his deceit,
She fell for his charms, her heart she thought was complete,
But as their love began to bloom,
The demon’s darkness overpowered the room.

Their love so consumed by desire that was dark,
That upon her soul he left a mark,
She started to notice his increasing obsession,
Afraid as their intimacy was becoming pain & aggression.

As the truth showed its ugly face,
The demon’s love was a suffocating embrace,
The mortal women’s demeaner began to fade,
Feeling overwhelmed, she bought a blade.

The beautiful mortal lost, the demon now left alone,
Her heart was finally set free, but his turned to stone,
He was not meant for love, now devoid of laughter & song,
This is the demons tragic tale of a love gone so wrong.
Adelina Feb 13
I drink death like wine, to the bottom,
With every cell, every breath.
It beckons me like a star in the night,  
Like a mad love that won't let go.  

I cut the silence like a skin,
Blood is flowing all over the world
Who called me to this world of the dead?

Angels weeping ****** rain,
Their wings are blades, their light is ashes.
The same devil in the mirror, in every corner.
Angels carry death like a secret gift,  
In their wings hides the devil's fear.
Every step towards her is a step into the abyss,  
And only she knows how to burn the soul.  
In every breath, in every step.  
We're all just shadows in her eternal game.
Obsession with death is an eternal sin.  

Even when I'm already dead,
I still didn't sleep well. not good.
Death is in my eyes and her eyes are in my heart.
The light is invisible to you, but you breathe, you breathe.
Death is the beauty that burns in the night,  
In her arms we'll live forever.                                                         ­                                                       Death is always good, like love.
It has its own power, its own obsession,
It's as beautiful as the first snow,
Like a knife that strokes the skin of your palm.
In her arms the age ends,
Eternity in her hands, infinity in the palm of her hand.

The beauty of death is the crunch of bones,
It's a scream dissolved in a dark soul.
No beasts or shadows can be banished here,
nor the angel who has become the infernal ark of sorrow.

Can an angel be cast out of a man
An angel? He is my veins and my blood.
There's a silent darkness in every blow.
Do you hear, Angel? With your wings
You're just as much a demon, just as much fog.
Angels carry death like a secret gift,  
In their wings hides the devil's fear.  
Angels can only carry death
The darkness in their eyes is my vow.
To live, but only by dying. That's the way it is.
Death is my faith, my honor.

Angels are pulling, leading the way,
Their wings are demons, their light is deceit.
The same angel dances with me,
Only to banish him is a bitter fog.
Death is the same as me.
Mica Wood Feb 6
“What is your necklace?”
Maria asks.
Such a loaded question,

for it is not a necklace at all.
It is a demon,
and I am possessed.

Fruit flavors tickle
my damaged taste buds;
nicotine still breaking through.

Constantly nauseous;
choking on the taste
of burnt cotton…

I cannot breathe
without this noose–
heavy around my neck.
In the dance of chaos and calm, they found their perfect blend, She, tired of perfection, seeking havoc without end.

He, weary of his stormy life, craving peace so pure, Together, they formed a bond, an alliance sure.

In a world of idyllic facades, their imperfections shone bright,
She yearning for the messy, he seeking respite from the
night.

Her path of self-destruction, a U-turn profound, He, the calm in her storm, a solace she found. Their love, a whirlwind of chaos and peace combined, She lost in his tempest, in his chaos entwined.

He, finding tranquility in her tumultuous embrace, Together, unstoppable, in love's enchanting grace. Through trials and tribulations, their love stood strong, An angel and a demon, where they truly belong.

In a world of contrasts, they found their peace, A love story for the ages, a love that will not cease.

@nolongerumano
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