A. Velmont

Writings of a creature

Tag: #InnerDemons

  • Collared

    In the call of the night,
    beasts start to howl and fight,
    to break the collar and chains
    that bind them in my hell.

    They run rampant,
    rattling through the corridors,
    so loud I cannot sleep.
    They are me, and I am them.

  • Masking

    Silk hands conjure specters,
    wisps of memory clawing through dusk.

    Fingertips etch sigils in dust,
    veins pulse with ache and distilled hate.

    The air thickens, weighted, restless—
    a name nearly spoken.

    The figure manifests,
    a smile infested,
    a mask dawned for a new day.

  • Cancer

    I’m the cancer that defiles your heart –
    from inside, splitting your memories apart.
    Preying on your mind –
    from the dark corner of your eye,
    I seize your smile and hide it from sight.

    In the morning, you wash your face
    with tears you shed last night,
    and hear my scream echoing through the silence –
    You are a part of me, happily trapped in my violence.

    Look at the glorious havoc I wrought,
    across your body, marks I placed.
    Mutated your feelings, made them clot –
    You were the best I’ve ever tasted.

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