Satan's Demons Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

I walk through
in a shroud of darkness.
I walk with minions of Satan
at my heels.
They grab and cut at my flesh,
with a passion and a will
to see my pain.
They work at my flesh while people in this world
cut and tear at my heart
and my will.
They are cutting at my skin
with knives, but now,
the difference is I am screaming for them to continue.
For I cannot feel anything.
I have gone numb from all the abuse
that Satan's minions have caused.
Not just the ones
from hell,
but also the ones that walk this Earth.
Pretending with all their might
that they are only people
not the minions of an unearthly
and demonic being.
But for some,
they cannot even be humane enough
to take pity on the suffering.
Small demons tear at my flesh
with knives from hell.
People tear at my heart
with nothing more than
their words
and their thoughts.
I walk through
but now this time
I am walking with my head held high
to the demons of the world
ready for them.