HORROR Poem: DEMONIC, by Seth Carlin

Tick tock, your time is drawing near
I can’t wait to install intense fear
Mischief and chaos is my favorite
Driving you to the end of your wit

Having such unimaginable strength
The time of torment has no particular length
The temperatures keep drastically changing
I watch as your sanity is slowly draining

You will know of my presence
People tremble with my very existence
That crucifix won’t save you, mortal
I will have your fleshy vessel

First I shall terrorize
Your safety and willpower will minimize
Then I shall start my attacks
The danger level is rising to the max

Your body will soon be mine
Get rid of that preacher of the benign
I will not stop until I get what I want
You can run away, but I will always be on the hunt