Order, peace- obliterated within an instant; chalices of life all extinguished as if they were in the path of a supernovas front. The deafening scream that follows will forever follow them into their nightmares; the chaos that ensues, the hysteria that spreads like a contagion through the air, elevates the newly-inducted demon to greater heights- to a vantage point, from where the sun is hell and the days are forever night. There is no going back: once they start down this path they are already dead; they will beg their entire life to be freed from the voices that reside in their head. Pandemonium is now their paradise; Earth is no longer their home; they are no longer human, they have crossed over into the forbidden zone- the place where you go when you sacrifice your humanity, the place where you die, forever spiraling down a bottomless chasm of insanity. What they have done is not without consequence; what they have committed to is an existence without recompense; what they are now is who they will always be: they will never truly know what they have done, nor what could have been. For those who are left behind; for those who must try to grieve and move on; for those whose lives have been shattered by this demon, their world is now gone. The demon is now on a road to self-destruction, but his casualties still remain- they must now come to terms with their loss and try to weather the pain. Creating a state of hate, insighting a pandemonium of chaos here on Earth is not ...
Keywords: Me, Poetry, Pandemonium, self-destruction, death, the grim reaper
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