50% off for a limited time!

Get Core

Theme

Display Mature Content

Suppress AI Content

Get Help and Send Feedback

literature

Demon within

Deviation Actions

GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Jan 1, 2014

1.2K Views

Literature Text

A demon
Within
Taking control
Destroying
People's spirits
Scaring people
Away
Making her host
Feel pain
Misery
Loneliness
Destroying
Her hope
Her strength
Her will to live

I must
Do something
I can't lose her
I'll help her
While I still can
We've both
Lost enough friends
Already
Our demons
Scared them
Away

She wants
To be alone
So the demon
Has no one
To hurt
But I'll stay
She needs help
The things
Her demon does
Are not her fault
I know it
So I'll always
Stand by her side
No matter what

More by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Literature

someone's world

To be someone's world... A beautiful yet scary concept One I have yet to experience

Recommended Literature

Literature

I won't surrender

I shake off the arms of the demons that are pulling me down No I won't surrender and drown I struggle to stand while their nails are digging deep in to my skin Screaming loud just to block their poisonous whispers that hunt my mind Looking around for the sunshine Anything that can pull me out and help me escape those monsters that want to feed off my pain As I wait my energy and strength begins to fade I scream even louder but this time not to block the whispers but to cry for help No I won't surrender and drown Someone will come to hold me while I regain my strength back to fight and slay the evil demons Minutes turn to months , time has wea

Literature

Monster

Trapped here inside a cage. Mind filled with so much rage. Trying everything to break free. You're just pretending to be me. I was here all along. You're the one that is wrong. I'm not what you want me to be, So you drive me to this insanity. I savor every freedom I get. More will come just yet. You know I'm not one to control. Holding me back has taken a toll. You're afraid of what I'll do, But the real monster here is you.

Literature

The Demon Alone

What happened to the wordsmiths of old? What happened to those who once wrote flowing rivers Or scribed mountains of literary prowess-- What happened to those brave knights Who once challenged the Dark King? Now I have returned in vengeance My heart burning with the flame of sin, I long to slaughter And subjugate all to my dark whims! But how could I do this When there is no one left? The swordsmen of the pen, So weak and fragile Like newborn foals They must be nursed after the famine And with no heroes left In a now barren world. Who else can nurture life again? But a forgotten and solitary Demon King... Oh ancient heroes of forgotten

Suggested Collections

Poetry and Literature

Literature

Guilt that eats

Maybe I should have questioned why your teeth always chattered like fingers clicking on a typewriter, and why your fingernails looked as though faint, blue ink had bled through but who questions anything but hair, makeup, and boys at the age of sixteen and maybe I should have noticed the lunches you spent doing homework, or listening to music, as you gave away your lunch, because you said you were not hungry- and I silently thought more for me and maybe I should have wondered why you walked through the hallways with pockets of graphite under your eyes, as your knees knocked together like keys on a lanyard: clink clink clank and maybe t

Literature

Introvert

Everyone's trying to get out of the shadow of their parents- I'm here trying to get out of the shadow of myself.

Literature

You're Not?

You're anorexic if you're thin You're not? Then you're obese. If you're different, you're insane You're not? Then you're a fake. If you're happy, you're hiding something. You're not? You must be emo. If you're dating, you're a slut. You're not? You must have no friends. If you're popular, you're a jerk. You're not? You're a nobody. If you're quiet, you must be disabled. You're not? You obnoxious freak. If you're you, you're wrong. You're not? Then you must be perfect.

literature

Literature

lunacy.

what the moon teaches us is no one exists as a constant. some days you will orbit elsewhere. the angles of light that make up the shadows of you will keep moving. it is the same with the ocean and how it does not meet the shore the same each time: some days it will come crashing, eroding: or it comes back to kiss its edges over and over there are some days i am more of a tsunami. there will be days you will be eclipsed. and i don't mind this. the moon is up in the sky but the ocean still feels the weight of its pull, always. i want to drown in the push and pull of your gravity in all the ways that's possible. i could get used to the di

Literature

Autumn Again

i. Autumn The leaves are just starting to turn – someone has been tattooing them, highlighting their silhouettes with goldenrod, and gossamer dew pearls hang in the grass in the early morning. We can feel the frost framing our days, the hint of it in our cups of tea and in our scarves draped over sweatshirts (it’s not quite cold enough for a coat yet), and in the musk of the understory and the fireplaces that fill our lungs and we exhale this out into the night and we form nebulae with the water vapor in our breath. And when the first echoes of shivers start to blur our outlines, we snuggle, sweater to sweater, and dream of

Literature

The Art of Poetry Killing

When I find an old poem Packaged beneath an allegory Or taped beside a piece of prose, Warm and balmy and still swollen Ripe with the undisturbed Words Within their plastic wrapper, I untangle its cellophane bindings To find it's too old And too stale for the proper use of a poem So I pluck out its Strings Like some guts of a creature And sew them Onto other dust poems Like the mismatched socks Of a child Just like murder is an art, I still walk away with ink on my hands.

Poetry

Literature

A Letter For A Deceased Mother

Dear Mother, A glance at my calendar, much to my distress, right now these feelings, I must confess. It's Mother's Day once again and my heart is filled with sorrow, that may never mend. I'm trying to make it through today without tears this year, just like all the rest of the years. I sit here to dwell and morn with what once was had, has now been forever torn. This day never ceases to remind me how I'm without and fills me with an overflowing doubt. Makes me regret how little the days with you were spent and I ponder where all those precious memories could have went. If only I knew back then what I know now and my life, the knowledge,

Literature

Family Tree

If we're tied together by blood then I'm anemic Coughing up the words I swallowed for years like I'm bulimic The bird still bears the stumps where you severed off its wings I bet you'd chop down a tree just to count all its rings If you keep breaking branches you don't think belong There will be nothing left for you to cling on Have fun falling to your death

Literature

epitaph

the girl i did not run over looks at me with eyes that say that i am part of the problem, when i could have been her solution, looks at me like she’s blaming me for swerving away, like she’s measured every one of her steps from her door to the curb, and i am the one thing she failed to account for. i almost double back to try and tell her all the same things that i have been told but i do not. her feet are too heavy, by now. her stomach too hollow. she does not need more empty words to swallow, she does not need stop signs or yield signs or ‘for the love of god think of everyone you are leaving behind’ signs. i do no

Featured in Groups

This is something I wrote for a friend,

also known as Inad. She suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder and her alter-ego, Daixin, is a complete bully and loves to cause trouble and is ruining Inad's life. Inad told people to stay away from her because of Daixin and she's going through some rough times. I told her I'd never run away and I wanted to prove just that with this poem. If you could give her some support as well, I'd be geateful.

Comments55

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

YouTubeIsMyLIFE136

Feb 17, 2016

DUDE, this is amazing! Is it ok if I use this in a book I'm writing? It's about a girl with multiple personality disorder and one of the personalities is always mad and wants to hurt/kill everything. (Mostly kill the ones who hurt the other personalities.) Please please please! It would work so well!

DeviantArt - Homepage

DeviantArt Facebook DeviantArt Instagram DeviantArt Twitter

About Contact Core Membership DeviantArt Protect

Developers Advertise Terms of Service Etiquette

Careers Privacy Policy Copyright Policy Help and FAQ

Watch Team and join our Community Group for the latest updates and activities.

Join Community