Evening fades to darkest night,
In shadows demons dwell.
Watching as you pass them by,
With eyes of purest hell.

They lie in wait of weakness,
Then try to ease your pain.
Some are friends and family,
Others never seen again.

At last they have you shackled,
Your trapped within your tomb.
Who you are isn't who you were.
Your soul the beasts consume.

Death becomes your battle,
Living corpse... or truly die.
The family you had driven away
Feel not, the tears you cry.

Choices made were yours alone,
Though misled you might have been.
You chose your own addiction,
You chose this life of sin.

Gaze into a mirror,
Look deep into your eyes.
Truth becomes the portal
No more your hidden lies.

You decide to live again,
A war you'll have to rage.
Or slip away in silent death
A puppet on Satans stage.

Great write !!! Had to read it twice.

I think you've just made my top three poetic.

Wow... Im glad people like things I write.... maybe I should get a lil more serious with it

That one is awesome as well...you are quite a talented writer for sure

Whats not to like.

Ohhh so dark and lovely, a treat for my eyes!!