A Demons Desires

As the darkness surrounds me,
I feel the cold stab,
like needles into my heart.

Wandeing through the quickening sunset,
puncture marks burn like brands upon my skin,
the only proof of my demons..

Empty, i fall to the ground,
losing the will to procede with my trudging exodus,
my body frail, emaciated gives in to my demons desires...

I puncture my scarred skin one more time,
one last time as i feed my demons,
feeling them taking over as my life slips away one more time...