Demonic Addiction

by Lenny   Oct 30, 2006

Delusion, fiasco,
From feathered cup
The demon sips

Pulsing blood, his poison
From tender angels lips

And sweet the venom
Enslaves him
Maniac cackles wed

Addicted to the living
Ideals- writhing,
Conjured, dead.

Succulent his obsession
And his hell-spite tainted cup

From heavens dirty angels
He fills the goblet up,

Then down the hatch
The acid drips
Pitter, patter, hiss

And the writhing,
Bitter stomach massacre
To our Satan is bliss

Tragedy in fallen foes,
He laps like vampire

And smiles in ecstasy
As sole burns
In holy flood,

Sip by sip,
Sick pleasure
The fiend
Foolishly nips on,

And in ashen consecrated blast
The fooled spirit is gone.


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  • 15 years ago

    by Drew Gold

    I sincerely apologize i havent been able to comment lately, but i'll get on it.
    where've you been... haven't got a msg in a while..


  • 15 years ago

    by broken wings

    I liked it. it waz...... sickly sweet.
    nice write.

  • 15 years ago

    by Domino0792

    Beautiful poem ...... i could feel the emotion ..... well penned ..... 5/5

    keep it the great writting


  • 15 years ago

    by The Sky is Falling

    Wow, this poem is amazing. I loved it. Keep up the great work. 5/5
    Check mine out

  • 15 years ago

    by Forsaken

    Damn that is the only thing I can say is Damn. I absolutely love this one and its sick twist. Keep up the good work.