Demons Poem by A.J. Jaskowiak

chaos, corruption, total destruction, broken down to rubble and left with nothing. and in the wake of great mistake the fire and ash are commented by gasp, the horror of silence this out come of violence the give and take of love and hate, this demon inspires as blood it requires closer to opening hells gate, the craters, explosions, and body erosions, no ignorance the answer is clear, without a doubt as the demons come out, you can see that hell is here, no god to save you or hope for refuge the panic turns blood cold. on your knees in the night you pray for some light but the darkness has you to hold, you no longer think youre, just smothered in hate, you turn to look for revenge. as you justify the times you lie, you see your search wont end. so the demon you run from is who youll become no matter how you turn, the times that you battle the skulls you have rattled dont forget that you too get a turn