a deep bass rumble

from the throat of hell

as Demon clears a throat

a plot unfolds

insidious, threading, dynamic

rising and falls

the demons approach

they creep out from

every darkness, every crevice,

every corner of every vision

they tiptoe in to the scenery

long, incisor fingers clatter

along amorphous shapes

they come fast but surely

along your mindscape

caressing your mind as you watch

sliding their fingers between the sulci

was that a grin- no a glare

the myriad faces reach out to touch

and dance back to peer again

they are infiltrating every corner

of every dark, blood-matted hall inside of you

they become more you than you ever aspired to

every clotted breath in and out

is passage for the demons

swimming over eyeballs

writhing within nostrils

squirming between muscles

I am transported

I am witness to fiery revels and orgies of genocide

my body undulates in gore

and monstrosities of a behemoth evil

shambling just outside of my vision

to see them naked would send my soul

shrieking into insanity

I am carried along a path

reds, oranges

soft fire, sobbing lament,

stabbing regret, shrieking pain,

their cutting into souls as one would gut a fish-

these are the flowers, sun, sky of my world

milky rivers of red float through the air, my mind

the cutting, stabbing, squeezing

are the grass under my feet

I wander through the fields of the Lord

I witness work, leisure, religion of this land

piercing screams, gurgles, snapping, rending-

guttural consonants of a feral language

at once desperate and resigned splinter my head

but none break the silence of the unholy landscape

leaking from my eyes