Sympathy From A Demon Poem by Bryan Alexander

I am almost asleep
and I hear them
before I see them
the demons
rumbling and crunching
brittle bones
they step out
into the blue black
inky darkness of my room
They wait patiently
for slumber to fill
my cold slanted eyes
and when it does
when I am still
and weak enough
they will grip me
ripping into my
soft flesh
looking for the
tender heart you stole from me
they wont find it there
because you carry it with you
they will feel cheated
tricked out of a meal
they shave my skin
from my bones
reminding me
how to feel
will I scream in agony?
I dont think Ill give them
the pleasure
the hang mans noose
around my neck
leashing me like a falcons tether
to the bed rails so I cant fly
scream or breathe
Its a story no one
will believe
how they cut me open
found no heart
left my chambers
closed the door
to give me time to grieve