My Demons

Those dark days, exagerated by cloaked evil, words

Weaving thru lucid sanity
Demons surface and rise
Beckoning me closer
To the apparitions of evil

 

Lurking within
Enigmatically cloaked
Obscure and subtle
  Pervading my psyche

 

Embellished by the light
Through distorted keyholes
Revolting and vile
And enraptured by black

 

Veiled and cryptic
They slither and seep
Impoverishing my night
And eclipsing my days

 

Coerced through the doors
Of delusion and uncertainty
I creep and squander
To a luminous path

 

I await deliverance
From these savage shadows
Enshrouded and spellbound
In these caverns of insanity

 

By Gypsy
July 3, 2005 (revised 4-09)