A Terrible Thing To See

A Terrible Thing To See

Wish it was a lie.
Hoped it never happened.
Why did it have to be true?
Surrounded by demons who wish to feed off my weakness.
Shrouded by angels who want to protect me.
A true horror, a true tale.
I've been exorcised many times.
But not one demon has ever truly left.
They say God is dead.
They say angels don't exist.
Then tell me why these demons haunt me.
Then tell me why these painting of hell that engrave my mind are here.
Why do I see that of angels in a white light fighting against horrifying demons?
God is not dead.
Devils don't exist.
All I know is that I can tell you this.
Humanity has lost faith.
Not specifically in God or religion.
But instead has lost faith in himself.
I am not a religious man, but I do have my own beliefs.
Blind men do see.
They see the unseen.
They see the faults in all.
I want it to stop.
I wan it all gone.
What I see in my head.
I am a sane man.
But weak willed.
My own stupidity beyond me.
Hole it my heart, spit in my eye and a bullet in my brain.
Doesn't even matter.
Doesn't change a damn thing.
If you want a horror story then look nowhere else.
You can only imagine what I have seen.
The doubts that lead people a stray.
I see victims of the evils of man.
Those demons that haunt me.
They make me see these things.
I reach out for help but I no longer see my hand.
It fades away as my terrified eyes are drawn back into the darkness of mind.
Screams unheard and cries for help as the dead rise and flaming spirits try to pull me into hell.
I suppose I will suffer for an eternity.
For I don't even think the angels can hear me.