Only Demons

With one look back I admire the scene
The wake of devastation transcends obscene
Convulsing corpses strewn all around
My victory will be forever sung on this blood-soaked ground.

The journey inward continues on
Marked with battles effortlessly won
But what treasure shall await those who fight
Without a passion of their own?

Committed to my quest, little could I see
Sand slipping by like wind through the trees
Focused on the next quick kill
The icy chill of death now surrounding me.

It would seem there’s only demons in me
Dancing from shoulder to shoulder;
No angel to oppose or persuade for another way
Each step pressing further into misery.

Lungs heavy with air too rank and vile
Death’s sweet stench leaves my stomach to roil
Like a siren’s holy song of the sea
Disparity is all that’s left for me.

Gazing upon moon drenched spires
My feet carry me home
Skeletal branches pricking my skin
Further fueling the dread within
Far too long have I resided with ghosts
Goblins, and creatures unknown
The wisp of mist fatefully revealed
This hell is my own.