• Demon Scars




    The trees sway back and forth, to my dismay.
    The sun comes up like everyday
    And my sadness never goes away.
    The teachers smile and pretend that the they don’t see
    Don’t see those demon scars that mark me.
    My friends shrink away,
    And my parents just assume
    That I’m okay.
    No one knows the reason why
    Why I cry.
    Why I hide
    Why I hurt inside.
    I sleep a sleepless night
    Tossing and turning in fright.
    The morning comes and I groan.
    The sun is up and I must postpone.
    My friends know it is almost time.
    I must pay my crime.
    That night I scream and shout,
    For I know my candle is about to be blown out.
    The clocks ticking shout like bells in my ears
    And by the morning I’m in tears.
    My mother doesn’t bother to ask what’s wrong, for she knows.
    But to my fortune when I step out side the wind blows.
    The sun is gone and the clouds are out.
    Even though it is raining, I do not pout.
    Today is the day, I tell myself as I walk.
    The forest is my home, the place where I stalk.
    The rains pours, the wind blows
    Surely all the world must know.
    Then a peak of light shines from a cloud
    And know my moment must be know.
    Then he comes, all red and vile.
    He greets me with a wicked smile.
    Hello, dear one. He says with glee.
    And in his pitch black eyes I see.
    My face is pale, my eyes are tired.
    But the demon, he is wired.
    You don’t look well my dear.
    His Hollow voice plays on my fear.
    Your time is over and you know it.
    You’re not happy and you show it.
    Because of the mark you bare,
    Your life has been a frightening snare.
    And now the time has come, my friend.
    Your life has reached its horrid end.
    I had no time to scream nor shout,
    Before my candle was blown out.


    Demon Scars.