EVEN DEMONS CRY

 When the storm has passed on

And the harsh winds have gone away

There sits a demon in a decrepit old house

Pondering alone

Reliving

Every wicked deed he's done

Each torment causing horror and pain

Just this moment is left to relish alone

A solitary Sin

Sitting in the abandoned

Finished basement

Once a joy and pain to an unsuspecting family

Looking at the ceiling

Waiting for the next victim 

That will never come

To come and be damned

Rotting away spiritually

In the last house on the left

It's haunted they say

So nobody returns 

They even left the tube television

From 1974 propped up on a table

As the floor beams rot

Screaming

Nevermore

Just yesterdays terrors to excite him now 

Playing like a black and white movie in his mind

An eternity of wickedness

Gone to dust and decay

Darkness remains

Spoiled by light beams

From broken windows

Seemingly lost

Waiting

As days pass to years

Decades sprouting and dying 

Like wilted flowers

Left behind in silence

In a dream

Of yesterday's nightmare.