Not made of flesh and bone
are the minions of eternity.
but deadly as the cold vast void itself.
as nightmares they come
and breed in our heads.
neither dead nor alive
not personified but always there
hunting our shadows,
playing with our fears.
unseen since the beginning of mankind,
not personified but always there
with the strength of aeons they ride
and chant, the demons of your mind.
they feed their hunger
they feed their greed
with fear, the demons of the deep abyss.
beyond the small line you call sanity
they wait eternally. |
