As you can see, dear reader.

The descriptions of snippets of gory and morbid lives of demons who have been forsaken and punished by humans.

(Azazel)

Darkness has devoured our souls,

and the priests have gone insane,

they pin you down and suck the soul out of you,

leaving your demonic body dead and lifeless on the floor.

(Baal)

Sharp blades pierce your skin,

and your blood runs down your sides,

fortunately it stains the carpet a deep red.

(Ammit)

By day you are hiding,

by night you are hunting,

hunting in the darkest depths of a human soul,

searching for something to eat,

but his souls are empty,

and his eyes are dark,

and you starve with nothing left in your belly.

(Narrator)

As you can see, dear reader, demons are not what you think. 

As you can go about your day pretending you never read this.

As you continue to live without experiencing the lives of these characters.

As our readers are human and you have a life to get back to.

And we are trapped for eternity in an idle page.

Author's Note

(The cover photo is not my poetry, I found it online)
(Also, please ignore any grammar problems)