#demonic
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She hove into view
drawing near.
We ******
pleasure turned to fire.
I woke
lost in possession
my nod now twisted
into wickedness.
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Now,
anything she wants
anything she rules!
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Anything
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Anything
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 2:57 AM UTC
I’m falling asleep again.
Can you feel my heart?
All I can feel is its weight…
It’s so heavy.
Whenever I try to get up,
It pushes me down further.
Why can’t I wake up?
This demon of death
Lies atop me,
****** my soul.
Release Me!
Release me, demon.
It’s getting hard to breathe.
Demon of death,
Take me or leave me.
But I cannot Stay
asleep.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 7:44 PM UTC
demonic, my self-sabotage is chronic
after a couple of gin and tonics, music is electronic
your body like a comic, I wanna read, I wanna see
something about you was made for me, made to be
my little teddy bear to sleep with, I'm wearing no underwear that's my secret
come and plant your seed then reap it
illogical thinking who needs a reason?
I just need you in this bed until noon
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 10:37 AM UTC
Your angelic words wrapped with demonic intent
Wont reach me from all the way up there
Your pedestal is too high, I'm afraid I can't hear a word you say
Your godlike vocabulary can't hide that devilish motive
And for as much as you lie, you are one awful liar
That angel light of yours can't blind me anymore
I have a special pair of sunglasses now
They block out all the repugnant **** from sight
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
The water in my faucet is red,
Because the pipes have began to rust.
I should've cleaned them out,
But the problem is I just..
I just couldn't return to the pipes because I always seemed to crave pb&j's when they'd come to mind and I quickly forgot about them.
I miss the once clear water,
I remember when it gained a tint.
I should've cleaned them then,
But I just didn't...
I didn't want the chemicals to touch my hands and make them feel the way hands do when they touch chemicals.
I should buy a new faucet,
One rust free, preferably matte.
It would fix all of my problems,
But the problem is that...
Is that it'd be a different faucet.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
Transcendence into the 7th circle
The emptiness a grave remembers when a funeral ends.
You looked into my eyes and promised me we would douse together.
Vanquish together.
You forgot about me
how deeply I cherished you.
How could you forget.
No nights moves past me where your presence refrains from haunting my thoughts.
The crying of a violin in an empty vessel.
You deceived the entity out of me.
You writhed into my soul, quietly, but still, like the grim reaper lingering at my bed side.
The snake ingesting it’s own tail.
I can show you emptiness like you’ve never seen before.
The hesitation to bear something.
Clever in hand, you painted my throat.
It spilled deeply, it spilled sweetly.
A cue to the abyss.
The return of the foul mouthed fool.
They whispered rot.
Their heads turned as they danced around my carcass.
They bathed in my blood, as they felt rejoice.
I’ve been worn as a pelt.
I’ve been made a sap to the sickly.
The raven of death gorged my eyes.
The marbles that reflected my pain.
I was blind.
A blind sore stumbling over disparity.
I ruminated into sorrow.
I ripened death.
I married it in a vail of red.
Vows made in blood.
Rebirth.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
I didn't REALLY lose you.
The reality of it is, I never really held a single piece of you,
but you possessed my entire heart.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
I was born with a shining golden ring.
The ring looms above cracked and chipped.
Once lit my path,
now breaks my neck with the pressure it brings.
I’ve sprouted demonic wings
Jet black feathered wings.
I’ll fly silent.
Terrorizing the earth
with the people of the night.
I’m not yet ****** to an eternity of
Suffrage and Hellfire.
I’m not “blessed” to spend time in peace either.
I’m stuck mangled into the pain of earth.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC
Skin like flowing flames
Eyes like infernos
Lips that make you spill every drop of your desires
Soft sharp fingers brushing sins into your soul
A voice like boiling honey
Promises of wild fantasies
Contracts in blood
All tricks of the Devil himself
~S.C. Kelley
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:12 AM UTC
Hell is with us. In our hearts and in our hands.
I don’t know what is in my head, but there are pictures whirling, images dragged up from far away, from places I have never been, and darkness that presses in hungrily to consume the soul of all humanity.
In me there is a foothold. God! In even me a grasping hand able to wield the knife and divide my soul from itself and laugh. To dance around the fire wherein the bones of my victims burn. God, the horror! Flitting shadows, creeping faces, a shuddering crawl because I cannot run.
But of course, if my legs are cut how could I run. There is no hope, but blood and death and horror and laughing faces asking for new dissections.
My body a cocoon of fire around my heart, pulsing out in the open, literally. My chest is torn open, carefully peeled back and my body a spectacle. There is no redemption in this grotesquery. This madness filled with the devils of hell themselves. They gloat over me, reeling drunk upon my destruction and the utter shriveling of the souls who dance around me. I am fighting my own demons not to burst into a million tiny seconds of my life, like shards of glass shatter under too much pressure, a flitting signal in the night like a light snuffed out by wolves. Slavering jowls, moist breath pressed unwilling against cold flesh, and a knife’s blade sliding, gliding through the pathways of my life’s story. Veins emptied of their proper element. Pried open.
"Lay them bear!
Let us see the very soul of you - the inside of those veins. Let us dare to go where no man has ever gone before. To do what no man has ever dared to do. To brave the depths of hell for the satisfaction of knowing that at last we have done something new, something that no one will ever have the bravery, the courage, and dastardly faith to do in a hundred years."
No god was there in that room, only the screaming devils of hell in all the world about us, laughing, laughing at the misery we make for ourselves, the utter torment into which we flee to tear our own souls apart beyond the light of day. There is nothing that we can do to stop them. They are all around us in the night, and in the shadows they are lurking, creeping, whispering. Let them come into your soul, they only want to play a little, gleefully singing the songs of the ****** They are not the ones you have to fear. It is the old devils, the ones who are still insatiably hungry, that you have to worry about. They say they're just here to have fun. But, oh you poor deluded soul, don't you know the fun they call is ****** The messengers they are is death’s own hand, the scythe-wielding master of the times of tombs and all things. By the way, its midnight. Don’t you see the clock? You hear the ticking. They are coming closer, ever closer. Don’t deny it. You know that they are here, it’s true, it’s true. You felt their breath late at night breathing down the back of your neck’s soul.
Hell is with us. In our hearts and in our hands.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
I fell in love with a demonic woman.
I knew her claws would scar me,
her touch would burn,
her eyes would betray the words spit from her lips.
She sold her soul to the devil,
and I gave up my heart for her.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
The Flibbertigibbet
Such a ludicrous name, unto you may never have been heard;
But The Flibbertigibbet Demon lives in the land of words.
They hide there in The Thesaurus, in front of our eyes,
Like The Devils spies in paradise.
The bookworm with tapeworm, failed to see The Flibbertigibbet;
But then one day The Bookworm, just happened to come across it.
It stood out from the rest, because it didn’t sound human;
Then I read the description and it simply said Demon.
The demonic disguise, lead to the corruption of the mind.
It is now forever entwined, with the Flibbertigibbet inside.
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Gnarled around
Your rotten core
Flesh and blood
Disintegrating gore
Shambling along
A decaying corpse
Eyes closed tight
Now they no longer work
Each tread endured
Drains your ***** soul
Never once worthy
Never once whole
Your thoughts run so filthy
For that you've always been guilty
So chant along
To the darkness that is night
The darkness that permeates
This stagnant life
Your on a desolate road
To your own destruction
Never able to exist
Without deaths seduction
Stripped of flesh
With every person you encounter
No sense of self worth
So your soul they devour
Your surrender to their torture
Gives them all of your power
Hang your head and take what's due
You know you deserve it
And know it's for you
Savouring the pain
That's stripping you bare
It's all you understand
A demonic affair
Demons possess you
In this unholy lair
Always together
As your life they snared.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
No...more...bickerin,
your eyes flickering you're nickering
your nit pickin' lost it quick as the Dickens
My tracks a hell of a kickin'
you're just the next feckin victim,
of the flow bound Hurricane of sense and rhythm,
The Sensemilla Sensei Kempei of verbal Kempo's home,
Like Alladin and Saladin mixed with a Party Boobytrap a Paladin of Palindrome...
The Storm rider glider blasts you through the other side of the Thunderdome
My - Spitfire drips Ire as ********* ***** fire Surprise in your eyes quick blast from the past from a .50 Cal Microphone-
Fiend in me soul under control you failed your roll,
will check failed-I check wills,its a Checkmate mate you-best quill your will and will to build some soul
Its a dill of pickle you're in - you're a nickle worth of Nickleback stickleback sticklebricking best Lego
I let go last, I'm the Legolas of the fast pass in the underpass stick you fast now you're stuck fast I buck fast at your glass of Buckfast
the Truculent, ever vigilant-words are Succulent got you diggin' in
diggin' out a liddle bit of Lidl in a stolen digger,move quicker stop the friggin' in the riggin' little Pigpen Pigeons time to drop the bridge in...
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
A horse walked up to a farmer.
This horse was anything but a charmer.
This was not a horse that worked or ran races;
But it was a horse that had three faces.
He said "Hello farmer, I see you're farming.
I know I look scary, but I don't like harming.
I'm just here because I want to help you.
Maybe even become part of your animal crew."
The farmer replied "What the heck are you?
You look like a demonic horse with three faces.
I don't even want to look at you.
And do you even know what grace is?"
"You speak foul of me, which I hope you remorse.
After all, you are speaking to the Three-Faced Horse.
You shouldn't judge, based on appearance.
I'm in fact a horse filled with with brilliance."
"I don't care how good you are.
Your so ugly I could see it from afar.
I couldn't look at that all day.
So please leave me alone, if you may."
"Well, it's no wonder you don't have many friends.
Nobody likes somebody who judges.
Although it's not too late to make amends,
If you're a **** people will hold grudges."
"You might be right, but my answer is no.
I seriously will fight you, after all I make a good foe.
So please leave my farm and don't come back.
It is getting late, and I should really hit the sack."
"Leave I will, because I know your *****
But you will experience karma, and you won't be happy.
If you keep judging, then you will be alone.
So for your bitterness, I hope you will atone."
The day ended, and the farmer went to sleep.
The horse left the farm, and didn't come back.
To the farmer, the horse never made a peep.
But in a few months, the farmer died from a heart attack.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
A battle building within
Enforcing a war zone
With their spirit, their soul in
Simulating the sins unknown
Another person linked by mind
But they are what others define
As the sages of demonic kind
Of what they believe and refine
They say every human has a third eye
Located in the center of their forehead
But none to believe in the fact, why?
There is no evidence of such when people die
I guess it's the sixth and common sense
That is referred to as the third eye
Visually hidden but lays in the dense
A raider sense that acts like a spy
I keep away from such weird sages
As we all have a sense of awareness
It's good to read about them in pages
Then to be brainwashed to self unfairness...
©sim
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
Will of the world
Freedom for all
God given right. To **** Them all.
Now we go
It's time to fall
Right out of line
It's time to go
We go
Round and round on the circle
Live by and die
For what
This force
Drives home
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Music box ticks out a song
Then stops
Wind it back up
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Just like
The lamb
I came
Blind and mute to the slaughter
The same
The same way
As it goes
It's just the same
There is
No longer hope
Round and round on the circle
We live and die
For what
This force
Drives home
Pouring my
Iron down into the mold
It glows
Across my face
My hands
They quake
And as it sets
I can start to see
My
Face
Round and round on the circle
I watch them go
Living to die
By the hand
Of a force
Bringing them home
And it's not much of
A strech
Ive come to second guess
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The music box shatters
Deep inside me something feels chains crawling all along its back.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC