demons rant and rave with violent fists with ugly, red kisses of furious glee - they scream and rip, bound and hit madly lash my spurious reality their daemonic grins at my shaking frustration my stripping, clawing, twisting unease mock my attempts to prevent laceration my attempts to find a heart to seize out of kilter with life's wheel turning how to filter fate's mind to save the soul from burning the soul from burningnext poem