Demon Seed Poem by Ashvini Swamy

Screams in the middle of the night
Their silence is such a terrible sight
The ghostly mists in agony bleed
A flower blooms from a demon seed
The cold grips my heart still burning
Is there a lesson I should be learning
I strain my eyes in search of light
When I realize I have no sight
In Gods arms is where I want to lay
But the price for peace is too high to pay
Blinded by a lightning fear
I clasp my palms on my ears
My simple heart is in such turmoil
Black snakes around my ankles coil
Poison fills my every vein
Yet I refuse to feel the searing pain
On a concrete sidewalk my soul hits
Yet I am out there again searching for kicks
My shiny red apple has a worm
I pray for a life better then that of a germ
My every want blocks my every need
God I sure hope I am not a demon seed