Demons Beneath Our Feet Poem by Jerry Luttrell

The day is bright under the sun life appears so much fun. Beneath our feet the demons sleep in peace as the day turns grey, night fades too day from their place they awake ready to prey. Humans dreams are their rewards. Late at night the wings unfold. Many may not know they feed from our soul the dreams of life in the darkest of nights. What we have reached for dreams reaped. In our sleep in the peace of night they rip from our hide all the dreams. It may not seem right, fight if you might it is as this. What is stolen is the soul pulled down below to the unknown, bought and sold the dreams of yours and mine it seem fine look deep inside the demons have took yours right along with mine the love that was divine Left behind is hate and deceits the pride behind false eyes. This is not a lie in your head is what they want you to see There are no rights, nowhere to run and hide. From behind they will destroy what once yours what was once was mine. Tears in the eyes attempt to cleanse the fear of the night as we sleep the hopes and dreams are pulled below we are left to weep in empty souls it takes it toll. We're left to walk the roads alone Have a smoke, Inside we're left with empty eyes to hide the lies of this life