Daemonophobia Poem by Aram Stefanian

You didn't realize that it was a master of disguise
Who left you alone in the macabre nether world
Was he sold on your soul, or was it no bargain?
A tagless jerk suffering from solitude, you're spooked
Stagnant air carries the distant echo of weeping and wailing
An ignorant victim of mistaken compliance, you're in a twit
Looking for an emergency exit ain't that dead easy
You're losing your way in the maze-like foggy tunnels
And before long facing your hateful grinning guide
You're horrified to see that he's a dead ringer for you
He speaks in your own voice, breaking the sound barrier,
''To overcome daemonophobia we'll take a demented trip.''