Biography of Demen ...
I post my poems because i like to share them.
Feedback is all i want, so i can consider giving them to a peer.
I know my poems can be dark and demeaning but so can life and i accept this fact and publish it.
Demen ... Poems
Little beauty, little beauty why do you cry little beauty, little beauty my heart doeth ask why
Noise In The Dark
With God as my witness on this unholy day, I give the world hell in my own demonic way.
To My Darling
To you my dear, my heart is true my love goes out, and all for you. A devils soul, an angels kiss being with you, is better than bliss.
Just Another Love Poem...
You've always ben perfect, a flower in bloom. Descended from heaven, an angel to boot.
End It All
People arise the world is dead three thousand skulls upon your head. With thoughts of hate
Tears May Fall...
The darkness will come, so peaceful and true. The darkness will come, not for me but for you The darkness will come, to take away the dream The darkness will come, nobody hears you scream..
Marching in lines 10 long and 2 wide marching along with no sense of pride soldiers of way
His heart as her shield, his soul as her sword every man now reduced to but gore, she flayed them apart with no repentance at all she knew that to win she must slay them all.
Life - Survival...
Life is a game, should you choose to play it Survival in the world, so harsh and so cruel Life is the game, that we all have to play
To be seperated from you, It hurts me so true to know you're so near but so far. In my heart i will hold, you there for so bold am i waiting to hear how you are.
Perfect, is what i have believed you are too me my perfect angel. Perfect to me i have always believed is who you are from the day you're concieved.
To Be Or Not Be?
To be or not to be, the one question in this world, that will always be a plague upon me.
Writing to death you get no return Looking around, you begin to burn
Every day in and out, he declares without doubt, he loves her from now till the end. He works hard each day,
Pain, the unwated mate
the guy in the corner
the never ending mourner
All your hate reborn
a scar on your wrist
a whole in your head
but never to be dead.