Demons of the Psyche

Buried deep beneath the caverns of my heart, flows the river of pain! Making its way beyond the spiritual nexus. Hiding my midnight Sorrows in the dead of the night. Have you ever felt pain that eradicates all feelings? A numbness that erodes what little Is left of peace. The pressure to overcome…Slowly I break!! Surely this is fate. Walking in the void of limbo asking demons to dry my tears. Enter if you dare into my world of Demons of the Psyche: Poetic Damnation.

Demons of the Psyche: Poetic Damnation is written in the form of a verse novel. Each poem is carefully crafted and interwoven into the next. the stories will leave you breathless, they will also leave you with questions. Who knows they might even give you answers.
Chapter one: “The Wounded, caged” (Snippet)
Cleansing.
What sanitizes
The hurt and pain?
The guilt ridden
Phosphorous in our bones?
What calls to order
the shape of a man’s morality
and with the quickening
sound of mortal’s gavel
brings order to chaos?
What is the point
of blooming today
simply to die tomorrow?
The fragility
of the human species
is like no other!
For we are first made fragile
by the thoughts
that soak or minds.
Telling us
we are not enough.
Telling us we are weak.
Letting us know
that no matter what we accomplish,
we will never truly become.
We will never truly be fulfilled.
The longing, for flesh.
Excites me.
Over a dozen
men and women
have fell by my blade.
You want to know
the difference between a human
and a chicken?
It’s the acquired taste.
Chicken is a staple in our diet.
Human meat,
cooked at the right temperature
and seasoned precisely to perfection,
sends my taste buds
into overdrive.
Yes, of course I did it!
I’m here talking to you, aren’t I?
Trapped like dog!
Tell me something...
why does the caged bird sing?
Because it knows it can ha! Ha!
But! This caged bird
will soon fly away!
You’re all fools
to think you can keep me here.
And to think,
I thought you all
had me figured out.
I’m always,
ten steps ahead of the game.
This is chess not checkers.
You all rely too much on fate.
As for me, I’m a man of faith.
I pray to God
that blessings will flow
like a rushing bloody river...