EmbodiedDemon

                             Damian Goes for a Drive             Damian decided that his life at home was getting dull and the last thing he wanted to do was sit on the broken loveseat alone and watch the television static.  He flung a knife at the tv on his way out of the room and it jammened itself deep into the cracked glass as he slammed the door.  His black corvette was looking sleeker than ever, beaconing him for a speedy drive down an abandoned road somewhere on the outskirts of town.  He opened the drivers side door and slid into the black leather interior, smoothe, clean, and flawless.  His skull key ring dangeld from the ignition

She by Damon Armand Detrios She always cries when she comes home. She always cries in bed alone. She never says a word to me; unless shes asking to be set free. She talks to herself when I'm not close. She always regrets the path she chose. She tells me lies so she can leave. When I kiss her she starts to scream. Shes tired of me being around. To me shes tired of being bound. I tell her she needs to be more like me. She tells me to back off and let her be. When she screams at me, I strike her so. After words I hold her and say "I'll never let you go." She doesn't know that "I love you" means "Mine forever." She'll always be m

Ode to the Demon Bleeding, and reading the poetry of yours. Not sleeping, not eating, not doing my chores.   Just laying around, dying to be found...sweet solitary death...please come find me. Not wanting, not caring, not finding the source; of my aggression, to my friends and yours. I dont give a fuck, and with my kind of luck, I'll be burning in hell once more. Dont try to fix me, I'm not a broken machine. Unrepairable I am, cold hearted and mean. Wuth skin so cold, and an eye that could kill; I am the beast that you fear, and I will take you against your will. I've lived through the blasphamy. And died through it too.