Demon Love

Loud off-beat radical rhythms of pain

Tearing at my heart like a scourge drawing blood

from a slave.

Bridal bed empty of the love it once produced

Ceiling spins delirious patterns turn green

Ripped from my chest, she licked my heart clean

Hiding behind Hitler’s ghost on the train

As Wiesel tells of little boys dying in hope-filled

Terror of the small intense world she lives in.

Love not touching the edge of the knife

For fear of the pain at the depth of the soul

And the flow of hate behind glassed over eyes

Holding off screaming demons gasping for life.

How can it be known, the pain from deep within

When love is snatched away like a feather in the wind

And Gump slumps wordlessly on the bench

The pain of love leads to the death of the soul.

She smiles as she wanders away, blood dripping

Spirits hover above in wonder of the end

Her heart beats in radical rhythms of pain

I’m just a victim of innocence and death.

© 2007 Dayvid Graybill