Birth of a Demon

It rises from the depths of sorrow,
from which one must not follow.
From the darkness that is sought
from this monster's eyes caught.
Seeking through hell to find a way
to rise up among us and play
in it's most hellish thought.
Something only the most courageous have fought.
They lose their lives, their souls
and most of all, their goals.
As it rises from fire,
playing on our desire,
our desire to do what we please,
like a car they use their own keys
to tap into our minds and tell us what to do
from what we think down to our shoes
to go where they want to go.
Making our lives lose it's flow.
Putting us all into our own hell,
it's a story I pray you do not tell.
The way these creatures from fairytale
raise up from the depths and make it rail hail.
Hail of fire and not ice,
to force you to make a sacrifice
that will not be kept,
all done as you slept
in the bed of your own comfort
only to be destroyed.
It makes me so annoyed
that these demons walk among us
putting up and creating all the fuss
that plaques our world today
all done in his most wretched way.
The way of their master
forcing the world to fall faster
into a most hellish place
somewhere out in space,
where everything evil from our dreams
flow into our lives faster than streams.
They will rise and destroy us all
and it is then that we will fall.