Close my eyes at night to slowly fall asleep
but someone or something is pulling on my feet.
My thoughts are getting deep,
cause Demons love to creep
I say a prayer and ask the Lord my soul to keep.
Suddenly I feel a burst of heat
and now someone or something is going for my sheets.
open my eyes to look around
everything is dark
with lots of heavy breathing sounds.
From a far I can hear what sound like running water
taunting in low voices saying: Welcome to the house of slaughter.
There is an awful stench of blood & ashes
in my hand appear a box of matches
strike one fast cause my heart, my chest is bashing
Flashing,
from the match a flickering light
adjust my eyes and I can't believe the sight.
Oh no It's happened once again
the Devil & his Son say they have unfinished business to attend.
They laugh and as they do fire spreads
Going all around the room,
making a pentagram and stopping at my bed.
Enough said.
Lots of mud
and mini floods
coming
from a river made of blood.
With no remorse
of course
The Devil & his Son are getting close.
By their power my hands and feet are bound
and my whole body is elevated from the ground.
Except for the Devil & his Son all Demons are sitting down
Looking up like werewolf they start to make a howling sound.
Afraid so I'm shaking hard
I was taught to never dropp my guard.
The 2 head Demons finally walking up to me
scared I grind my teeth
frantically I start to weep
when I remember I never welcome my defeat.
I pray and Psalms 23 I start to yell
God please saving from this hell.
Doorbell rings
and I'm wide awake
loosing air
can't beleave that this was fake.
Still puzzled, thanking God I didn't die
noticed on my bed side
mud and blood that didn't dry...?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem