Red

• Paige Maguire , Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

When the darkness becomes,
Red,
Thick and warm,
You know that the demon,
Is now of your form,
If you want it to end,
But feel helpless and lost,
The price for sanity,
Life is the cost.
Brake down but do not cry,
The pain is helping…
Why?
These feelings shouldn’t exist,
Not even for a Satanist,
I stand alone when surrounded,
In silence,
The voices call,
I need a friend or even foe,
To distract me from my fall.
Fate,
It will haunt me,
Doused in the red from my blade,
Manic smiling taunts me,
No more hope.
Not one more day,
Will I suffer,
I am friend,
I am foe,
I am fiend.