Inside a body
Pure and white,
A demon sits,
Waiting to rise,
Her hair like an angel’s
Her eyes like crystals
The demon almost regretful
For having to destroy her,
As it rises out
Of her ever-burning soul,
It cuts through her heart,
Leaving an enlarging hole,
The girl starts to choke,
Her eyes well up with tears,
Her breathing speeding faster,
Her mind laced with fears,
The demon moves closer
Fire burning in its eyes,
A wicked grin upon its face,
Its weapon rose with might,
Her eyes begin to water,
Tears fueling her anger,
She grasps a silver dagger
And pulls it towards her,
The demon emerges fully now,
And upon her hand it sits,
It pulls the knife onward,
And allows the blood to shift,
The tears are flowing with the blood,
And now, the angel cries,
The demon’s laughter sounds from within,
And a beautiful woman dies.
