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Demons

Her anomie demon, closer comes,
militated aphorism, vicious angels,
value her breath, darkened drums,
beat steady, as slow pain unravels.

Bowed 'n' stringed, of sleep chains,
deplorable ghosts, sadden 'n' bad,
torturous dowry, flow in her veins,
together with sweat, run like blood.

Under the blankets waits a demon,
around midnight, madness begins,
His iced arms, wraith of a love-man,
along her spine, out trace her sins;

The wraith bends above her dream
through her body, down her spine,
remorse aggress, aimless to deem,
Apocryphal claim. communion wine.

Vein flow drums inside her temples,
beat steadily, in apocalypse modes,
demonic mob, her vision impurples,
torture continues, astray from Gods.

Damocles sword, blocks her escape,
betrayal and death, with her to elope,
an' she wears a porphyra long cape,
denying freedom from 'er own scope

Chaos enters her enslaved decision
slow to become a supercilious grave,
her vein-flow traces, a prime treason;
before days of creation, 'n' holy nave;

Nameless and faceless, all too clear,
stalk 'er every step from deep inside,
monster fangs' venom, hope to tear,
hoarse voices whisper, and ever lied.

Empty promises, impossible dreams,
tearing off escapes to nocturnal ride,
nightmare askance, carves streams,
in her violent vein flow, Demons hide.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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