HE is the ultimate omen, the satan-slayer, the real mephistopheles.
he drips into my panicked mind like rancid blood, oozing into every
nerve and crevice.
stop; i'm already breathless.
there's no way you could dance through the shadows unseen, unheard, undetected.
but still, you bypass my every defense and creep behind me,
your aura radiates disease and ****** i feel your cold breath against my neck, and red is all i see.
my mind runs rampant with the ideas of the terrors that be.
i turn to face the awful red-death, the demon that makes god's army of angels flee.
he licks his lips and pounces only at me, i turn back and count to three.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
HE is the ultimate omen, the satan-slayer, the real mephistopheles.
he drips into my panicked mind like rancid blood, oozing into every
nerve and crevice.
stop; i'm already breathless.
there's no way you could dance through the shadows unseen, unheard, undetected.
but still, you bypass my every defense and creep behind me,
your aura radiates disease and ****** i feel your cold breath against my neck, and red is all i see.
my mind runs rampant with the ideas of the terrors that be.
i turn to face the awful red-death, the demon that makes god's army of angels flee.
he licks his lips and pounces only at me, i turn back and count to three.
Just a piece about a demon I imagine whenever I'm walking downstairs to get food at 4 am
