Feel the air, vibrating,
Recoil from the heavy tang of metal flooding in,
A shift in levels, could rightly be the earth shaking.
Were it not for that thick darkness, vocalization would be a sin.
Curling toes grasp at nothing but space,
No solid mass. Gravity pulls but from within.
Humanity has lost the race.

It is sabotage, unsaid.
And demons come, with dripping fangs and pointed ears.
There is no more precious, no more sacred,
We are no more but fears,
And it is from fears they feed.
A pinch for a flinch, hear now from the chamber the clocking back of gears.
With each passing moment a growing greed.

These are the Demon Years.