Demons Play Poem by Vision Ghost

Running in her rags, with a bloodied face describe
Running down her legs, as demon seeds inscribe
Between her thighs, like little liquid, cotton snakes
Disembowelled faces, their Cumming she stakes

The darkness of somewhere, so far from humanity
Her name chuckled, from unseen mocking, obscenity
Chasing her yet, she can’t keep away from them
Crying hard and exhausted, her mouth of phlegm

As little music plays, mimicking her shocked heart
Pinned to the floor, as they lick her skin to tear apart
Their roughest tongues, as the redness start to burn
Raping inside, as her freedom they now, do so spurn

And yet of him they tie, to never relinquish capture
An insertion from behind, into an agonising torture
Screams as he just wants this, to end soon, somehow
An art of agony, as they carve initials into his brow

Bent over suddenly and broken, as shin bones snap
Staring down to the floor as now; on his flesh dogs lap
Nothing left in lungs, before a final pleading, breath
That of his last words, he shall beg for his quick death

A face removed from the skull, to hang upon the wall
Eyeless pigs to gnaw, on the many bones to enthral
The appetites of creatures, so thirsty for the fearing air
Now from the corner of your eye, something is there

When they are coming to capture you, liberties denied
Their fingers in your mouth, of many words untried
Of please don’t do this, please don’t hurt me, please
So cold in your imprisonment; your body shall freeze

Banging the back of your head, against the mossy cell
Forgetting of the times before, you came to this hell
Elected for you is agony; no other future in this place
Your everyday now, is your defiling of such a grace