Demon Sized

Demon Sized

A Poem by Christopher Staab
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I don't know. Not loving this. Its about seeing the madman in your own reflection.

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Ever look into the eyes of a madman?
it must be like going into War, I am for sure,
rushing the front lines
only to get slaughtered 
by a machine gun
built by the very country
you are fighting for.

I see those blatant psychotic eyes all the time
when I see my reflection
inside the badly lit bathroom
of my mom's two bedroom condo.

I see war,
I see death,
I see the evil lurking
below the flesh,
the wicked breeding
of anarchiac demons
feeding on the skin
like mosquittos
sucking blood
like vulchers
feeding on road kill.
I see it.
I see it.
I see it.

© 2014 Christopher Staab


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A visceral cry penned. I hope someone close to you hears it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Nice read I loved the emotional input I felt though it.
well done.
-sheri

Posted 10 Years Ago


Christopher Staab

10 Years Ago

Thank you for the comment.
sheriH 2

10 Years Ago

Your welcome
-sheri

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Christopher Staab
Christopher Staab

Southhampton, PA



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