Demons of Death

Dangling from my grave,
my own waif haunts me.
Left unsutured and bleeding,
scavengers eat at my soul.

Tearing my eyes from the sockets
my tongue from my mouth.
I can not see, I can not scream
I can only invision the demons within.

Fluttering wings of bat like creatures
batter my already bruised heart.
Their beaks poke fun
of the foolish one...

...the one who let life's desires win
and left the security of the dark.
Scratched and marred by lonely claws
unseen by the naked eye.

The demon's screech resounds
through the tunnels
that lead to nowhere; veins
exposed, flail in their own fight.

Limbs heavy, numbed and decayed,
lay like useless dead weight.
I am but a spirit trapped within
watching the vultures tear me apart.

Millions of beady demon eyes
stare me down with fire aglow.
I tremble in their presence
the heat singes my face.

I feel the burning and
I can smell the charred skin.
My own skin turning to leather
before melted from the bone.

The demons rape my dead body
over and over again...
Leaving nothing of my being
untouched or sacred.

I find in death the same in life,
as I gasp for breath that is not there.
I took my last breath with...
a cocktail of pills, and some gin to chase.

The poison all to eager to succumb
to all of my deadly wishes.
I was found lying naked in the woods
long after my corpse had been eaten.

I was buried with maggots squirming
from every orifice left open,
not even a face to identify
through the bloody maze.

My marker reads R.I.P
if only they had known.
I was already Hell bound;
the inscription an oxymoron.

Left now with no escape
the demons my friends forever.
Their torture I must suffer
and watch from trapped within.

There is no Salvation....