House Of Slaughter (The Devil & His Son Haunt Me Part2) Poem by Edgard Canales

Close my eyes at night to slowly fall asleep
but someone or something is pulling on my feet.
My thoughts are getting deep,
cause Demons love to creep
I say a prayer and ask the Lord my soul to keep.
Suddenly I feel a burst of heat
and now someone or something is going for my sheets.
open my eyes to look around
everything is dark
with lots of heavy breathing sounds.
From a far I can hear what sound like running water
taunting in low voices saying: Welcome to the house of slaughter.
There is an awful stench of blood & ashes
in my hand appear a box of matches
strike one fast cause my heart, my chest is bashing
Flashing,
from the match a flickering light
adjust my eyes and I can't believe the sight.
Oh no It's happened once again
the Devil & his Son say they have unfinished business to attend.
They laugh and as they do fire spreads
Going all around the room,
making a pentagram and stopping at my bed.
Enough said.
Lots of mud
and mini floods
coming
from a river made of blood.
With no remorse
of course
The Devil & his Son are getting close.
By their power my hands and feet are bound
and my whole body is elevated from the ground.
Except for the Devil & his Son all Demons are sitting down
Looking up like werewolf they start to make a howling sound.
Afraid so I'm shaking hard
I was taught to never dropp my guard.
The 2 head Demons finally walking up to me
scared I grind my teeth
frantically I start to weep
when I remember I never welcome my defeat.
I pray and Psalms 23 I start to yell
God please saving from this hell.
Doorbell rings
and I'm wide awake
loosing air
can't beleave that this was fake.
Still puzzled, thanking God I didn't die
noticed on my bed side
mud and blood that didn't dry...?