Halloween is coming and Ive been thinking alot about demons lately.We all have demons. The question is how much we let them consume us. After the loss of a child those demons tend to haunt us as we think, "why did this happen to me? Was it retribution for something I did in life?" Loosing a child is much like hell on earth. It haunts us, it eats us up inside.
We also are able to see other peoples demons alot easier, they show through and come out of the ones closest to us. We see their demon come out in every ignorant and insensitive comment they make. We now see in others that their demons have consumed them and there isn't much of "them" left. We wonder alot if they were always this way and we just didn't see it. We break bonds and loose ties in fear of those demons. We have enough of our own and we don't need to deal with anyone elses.
Grief can be overwhelming; in a way it is also a demon pushing us down and consuming the very fabric of who we are. We are always on a quest now to find our "soul" again and find out who we are now and how to deal with it. We sluggishly keep going everyday fighting our own demons even when hell bubbles up within us and tries to take us over.
Are there demons, vampires, ghost, ghouls and goblins in this world. Of course there are. They are in all of us. I am sure there are werewolves too and maybe even a witch.
I love you baby, you can haunt me any way you would like. Jack and Mummy forever
Where Demons Dwell
Here beneath where spirits convey
Is where one knows what they may say
This place of none where Demons dwell
A darkened coven and unholy cell
A given answer black and pitch
The darkened secrets not dealt with
As known to many of sadistic pain
The answer lies in Satan's reign
A hatred suffered by only possessor
That comes not from heart, but angry gesture
All in which the red fire rose
Higher and higher as loathing grows
Stop! Wait! Turn negative to pros
Prevent this muster of fateful woes
Too late a plea became bestowed
Now the time for rage did explode!
Sent down a soul where spirits convey
Only celebrated on Demon's Day
A doom unto this soul befell
A torture only time will tell
Where spirits moan and Demons dwell
Screaming of their place in Hell