My Own Demons

I have my own Demons to battle.

Demons:

By Matthew S. Van Hove

 

Like a Winged Angel of Death,

They haunt my every waking step.

Unlike anything I have ever experianced before,

And they push me into a downward spiral of angst.

I focus on escape but find thier eyes watching me.

Following my every turn.

It would be easy for me if thier names were;

Alcohol,

Drugs,

Sex,

Anger, or

Violence.

But these beasts hold more sway over me than any mortal vise.

My eyes burn,

My head throbs,

And my mind fogs over.

I can feel the Demon grasping at me.

Pulling at the threads of my sanity.

Clawed fingers reach toward my eyes and all I can do is stare.

The hallowed glow of thier eyes are made for nothing more than

Hypnosis.

Soul draining,

Life draining,

Energy sapping,

Hypnosis.

The murmured chitter of thier voices

Blend into static and blizzard

Winter snow.

Clacking of claws echoe in my ears as

The keys scrape my mind.

Tier words,

Flowing so endlessly to keep me focused on

The nothing they are saying.

I cannot escape into my reality.

The haven or heven within a fingers reach.

They pull me back only to torment me again.

I cry out the Demon's true name

Only to hear the empty laugh as it flays

Another layer from my sanity.

I am not strong enough; to fight them.

I am not quick enough; to run from them.

I am not agile enough; to avoid them.

I am nothing without them.

They call to me, promises of Pleasure and

Endless Knowladge.

But I know differently.

I hope I know.

Do I know at all?

Tried to stop

Tried to resist

But the only thing it does is pull them closer.

My will weakens and I feel it.

My hope dwindles and I embrace it.

My reason vanishes and I accept it.

Lids fall like overly heavy rocks.

Thoughts of the Demons snap them open.

I weaken more when the Darkness is long,

I fill the pain with Hobby.

The Demon waits...

Biding its time to pounce.

It knows I have lost this battle before

And I will lose again.

Thus it never fights.

I fight.

I lose.

I Die.

My Demons have new names, names so vile;

Sleep,

Rest,

Relaxation, and

Recouperation.

The only thing that keeps them from me is

My lack of will.

Embrace the Darkness and one may find

Peace.

I cannot fight it any longer.

Demons take me!

I don't wish to Deny you any longer.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I think this is too drawn out and all over the place, it's repetitive and redundant leaving one with a who cares feeling half way through. I understand the premise but think it could be presented in one third as many words with better form. And if you must use metaphor, never say "like" something. Here, in the first two lines where you switch from singular to plural tense going from "a" to "they", try this. Instead of, " Like a winged angel of death they haunt my every step" how about "Broken winged death angels stalking my soul" it says the same thing but has more dramatic effect with fewer words. Just my 5 cents worth of criticism for free, the demons are scarier when the plot is more concise.

[HorrorMaster]

Best poem ever

[Phantom Heart]

This is a great poem. I think condensing it would make it even better. I was very interested which demons you were talking about when you ruled out alcohol, drugs, anger, and sex. You held my attention through the whole poem. Laziness is something I can relate to, and it is a superb ending.

[MissDragon]

i really enjoyed reading this. i thought it was amazing.

[Wicahpi]

Wow, I really like this!
Life can be such a struggle and
you state that well with these words.
Nicely crafted.

Peace n Light

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

It's long. You spelled stuff wrong. But I like it. I like the shape. I like the feel. I like this poem. I think it's haunting and striking.

FF

[Michael X]

fonts too small.. too hard to try to read.

[269]

My eyes a old, so small type gets me. The shape of this poem intrigues me, because it reminds me of voice patterns, and specifically patterns having to do with oscillations, like an object being dropped. As for the demons, I think of them as angels, but then not so much gets done some days. thanks for sharing. charly

[Michael Carr]

It is a tad long, almost rant like artice says, could be toned down for more emotional impact. that said, you do have some great images and some thought provoking subjects within the piece, which I enjoyed. It's a good piece, some work and would be even better. a bitter and biting work with some great power behind it. well done.

[Artice]

'Their' is spelled wrong 5th line down.

'The haven or heven within a fingers reach.'