Young, pure, little boy
Go away and hide from me
Save yourself from this
Skin so smooth and touchable
Hair disheveled, dark and soft
innocent young boy
run as far as your legs will
Before I catch you
Soft hazel eyes that sparkle
hairless body, arms and legs
youthful small schoolboy
I’m ugly don’t look at me
I am far from pure
Little boy I want to see
See next to me in my bed
The Devil’s got me
I am but his apostle
blasphemous at best
Without restraining, you will
be mine, young, pure, little boy
This poem is merely snippet of one of the many inherent and primal urges considered incorrect and even plainly evil, through society's views. It shows the struggle and inner battles of those who only want to be normal and happy. Demonic Urge is not a celebration of these societally incorrect urges nor a means of degrading people. It was merely written to convey the idea that their are various of differences between every individual—their weaknesses, fears and struggles.