Filler Poems: Demons Within One.

"Talons are scraping..."

Demons Within One.
Alone in the dark, One shivers and trembles
Clutching wilting hopes, and all he remembers
Was the pain, the pain inflicted on his psyche
Wounded and bleeding, broken dreams are clutched tightly
Reminders of the past, of a once golden age
Devoid of darkness and unending rage
Unlike today, yesterday was thrilling and alive
Now, One's lucky to be awake, one's lucky to survive
The air starts to shift, the lights start to dim
One now frozen, the circumstances ever so grim
"They're back." he muttered, crawling for safety
The voices, they are many, and they do drive him crazy

Slowly at first, the imps start to chitter
Drifting and dreaming, one's thoughts turn bitter
Elysian fields fade, and blazing Tartarus lights up the night
The ghouls shriek and scream, their voices draining the fight
Draining vigor and life from his still warm flesh
His bones grow weary, but the pangs stay fresh
Talons are scraping
Mouths are gaping
Cutting through ever so suddenly, now the pain 
Gives way to sharp misery, with little to no gain
For our protagonist, the man now stuck in this prison
The demons now cheer, for they have arisen
To bring curses and pestilence onto a once valiant soul
Chaos is their symptom, but an epilogue's their goal

Louder they become, their chorus now growing
And waxing, both parties now knowing
This is a war of attrition, to see who can last
The longest in this race, rather than shatter like glass
"They cannot be surmounted!" his conscious now screamed
Oblivious to reason, this One just dreamed
Of victories of old and threats that were quelled
The tide now surges, the demons now swelled
From minute worries to gargantuan ghouls
Only the ignorant were safe, oh, those blissful fools
Safe from harm, and safe from the voices
Unlike our One, they did not have to make choices
Slashing and banging against the confines of the skull
Enraged were the demons, for they did nothing but cull
Any remnants of hope, and that was boring as hell
"What is there to do?" they exclaimed, and nothing went well
For our lonely One, now hanging on the edge
Between order and chaos, between despair and one pledge
To keep hope in his heart, but that clearly failed
Chained down, he was, his freedom curtailed

At the zenith of night, the cacophony spreads discord
No semblance of peace, no fragments of concord
Both are alien sensations in this twisted madness
Which cultivates depression and unending sadness
Rivers of tears form oceans of sorrow
One pleads for silence, one begs for tomorrow
To come and sweep the demons away
Unfortunately, it looks like they're here to stay
Spreading their messages of hate and deceit
Cold no more, the demons raise the heat
Sending streams of fire down muscle, searing the meat
Off the bones, burning body and mind
The ghouls emerge triumphant, but none of them find
Anything wrong, as One seeks to be free
Before, his vision was dark, and only now does he see
A way out of this cage, and into his Paradise
The demons now stir, just beginning to surmise
That death is One's ticket out of this twisted darkness
Sadism gives way to arrogance, the imps cheer at the living carcass
Razors cut flesh, and white pills shield One from pain
The blood pours slowly, a stream of crimson rain
Spattering on the floor, a scarlet blanket for our fallen
Alone, One lies, his innocence forever stolen
By the marauders inside, pillaging the stores
Corroding his sanity, kick-starting wars
Synapses fire their last, neurons now decay
The One now sleeps, ascending without delay.

Source of demon image: http://telthona.deviantart.com/art/Demon-sketch-270660474