Steve Armstrong

Rookie (31/03/1985 / Sheffield)

Demons - Poem by Steve Armstrong

I lay in bed, peacefully,
Deep in the realm of dreams,
My love laid at my side.

Even on this bitter night,
I still feel warm, next to her,
She is the love of my life.

Then, slowly, i begin to rise,
From the dream realm,
And back into reality,
Senses slowly returning one by one...

Sound. All is silent,
Ahhhh she must be tired,
After all it was a long day.

Touch. I gently stroke her arm,
To let her know i am close,
But she does not respond,
Poor thing, she is tired out.

Smell. An acrid smell hits me now,
So bittersweet, pungent and evil,
Like the idea one has of Hell.

Taste. The same smell now attacks my tastebuds.
Bitter, metallic, sharp, acidic taste,
Almost like...

Sight. The moonlight pierces through the blinds.
BLOOD! ! ! OH MY GOD! ! !
What the hell happened here?
My love, stabbed to death through the heart,
And her face, mutilated beyond recognition,
Almost as if someone or something had...

I try to regain my composure,
Head for the bathroom,
Head for the sink, cold water, calm me down...

SHIT! ! !
A knife sits in bloodied water, floating,
Gleaming at me, grinning.
The blood is plastered onto the sides of the sink.
Oh God, this cant be happening...
Not again...
I thought we'd got rid of them after 'last time...'

Five years! They'd left us alone for five years!
But now, it seems, they weren't happy,
They wanted revenge.
My demons...


Comments about Demons by Steve Armstrong

  • Melvina Germain (4/7/2007 10:09:00 AM)


    Excellent poem, shows great imagry, really graphic. Hopefully this is a total fabrication, if not this individual needs professional and spiritual help. If a person was a heavy drug user in the past, something like this is likely although it may be just a dream and not an actual happening. Unfortunately I know of a situation where a poor woman was hurt very badly and had to spend the rest of her life in a wheel chair because of what happened to her by the hands of her own son. He had actually quit using drugs and this apparently was what was referred to as a throw-back. It was a devastating time for the family. What I like about yuo Stephen is you write also about things people would rather hide under the carpet.
    Very good writing Stephen--Melvina--
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  • (11/28/2005 3:59:00 PM)


    ooh how intriguing! i dont reallyunderstand it though lol...is it you that killed her? its rly interesting, i like thsi poem a lot, .its different, and very graphic! ! nice: D well, nice isnt really the word, its cool tho :) wel dun mate! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 24, 2005



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