Conticent Screams of Blood

Angels scream as the Demons rise.  
Silver Blood streams from the purity in their eyes.  
They redeem the past, but demolish the future;  
They break the glass that incarcerates the aeviternal secrets.  
 
                            Dilaniate the light-  
                        All the flesh and all the bone  
                          Deep down past the Soul-  
                        Set torches aflame at night.  
 
Araneous and caliginous memories  
Disrupt the remerants of the Light.  
Corrosive and cautelous felonies  
That appear in every sight.  
 
                               Voice of Blood;  
                             Voice of Regret;  
                          Voice of Dead Innocence  
                          and demolished happiness.  
 
Demons are everywhere; in every corner, every crevice.  
They live in our minds, they appear in our Nightmares.  
They replace joy with darkness; happiness with fear.  
Demons will not dissolve, Demons will not die.  
Our Demons will remain, and evolve through time.  
 
                   My Demon screams shards of glass,  
                      My Demon bleeds tears of evil.  
                      My Demon will remain existent,  
                      And be with me at my burial.  
 
Zoë LeeaNora Holdsclaw
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