Demons Hunger Poem by trinity mathieson

Demons Hunger



I am in a dark room wandering around in a endless void, all that I can see is darkness all around me. I am sitting down in what seems to be the middle of the room, I close my eyes in fear of what might await for me as I open my mind. I wait in the room for what seems to be like a eternity, waiting for something to happen. I feel like I am being tortured again, like before being driven into madness from the darkness.

But in a moment of weakness I see a small glimmer of light, it seems to be in the shape of a door. I stand up and yell 'hello is anyone there? ' before I can hear a answer I start to run towards the door, not seeming to get anywhere I run as fast as I can. my heart racing as I try to escape the dark room that entrapped me, I can see it...I can see the exit. I push as hard as one last time, finally reaching the door I try and bust through.

As I hit the floor I look around the newly lit room, I seem to be in a hospital room and I hear nothing but screams. as I stand up I look behind me to see the door wide open the only thing I can see is not a dark room, yet a hallway that leads in the room. as I look in a mirror to see my grey hair and beard I gasp in surprise to see that I have not aged my hair the mix colors of brown and red like before. I start to walk to the screams and see a woman giving birth to a baby, but in a instant the only thing I see is blood running out of the strange woman. next thing I know I turn around to see the door from before has disappeared, the room bursts into flames and the woman's stomach is torn open.

Instead of a baby I have found out that in the woman's busted open stomach stood a red man, his beat red eyes had stared into my soul freezing me in my steps. I try and yell out for help my mouth is covered by the dead woman, her still bleeding and her teeth razor sharp. As the man steps closer he shows me the whites of his teeth as he opens his mouth, and bites into my next. I managed to yell as loud as I can but it was too late no one can help me escape the hell of the room, I wake up in a sweat yelling out for whoever can hear me. I am alive and will not back down from the horrors into my life that I have just experienced.

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