Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

My Demon

I have a demon, and he follows me around;
Watching my next moves,
Whispering my next thoughts,
Bounding my motion to the grip of his clutches,
Keeping me at bay to the line of his vision.
He whispers bad things to me,
Very bad things.
“Kill them” he whispers,
“Thrust their flesh with the blade of your knife.”
“Squeeze their throats till they gasp their last breaths”
“Churn their flesh with your hands, and rip away their intestines.”
I’m at bay to wishes, and I obey his every commands.
I slit their throats, and pound their bodies with the blade of my knife.
Ripping off their hearts, was my favourite part.
Watching them struggle before their last breath, was his.
He craved hearing their plead for mercy.
He loved watching them drown in their own blood.
He would wear a grin,
With a twinkle of blood lust hunger, spread across his face,
And he’d whisper slowly, “Again, Again!”
I’d smile back to the gratification of his satisfaction,
“You’re never satisfied are you?”
But he’d wear an even wider grin, only whispering the words,
“Again, Again.”