late night horror

demons rant and rave with violent fists
with ugly, red kisses of furious glee -
they scream and rip, bound and hit 
madly lash my spurious reality

their daemonic grins at my shaking frustration
my stripping, clawing, twisting unease
mock my attempts to prevent laceration
my attempts to find a heart to seize

out of kilter with life's wheel turning
how to filter fate's mind to save
the soul from burning
the soul from burning
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