Inside demon

In the depths of darkness, where shadows writhe,

Lies a realm untouched by mortal eyes,

Where demons dwell, their essence pure,

And through their poetry, their souls endure.

Their verses dance with wicked grace,

In language twisted, they find solace,

Each word a dagger, sharp and keen,

Unleashing emotions, unseen and obscene.

Their verses breathe with infernal fire,

With every line, they stoke desire,

They paint a canvas of eternal night,

Where pain and pleasure intertwine with might.

In demon's poetry, secrets unfold,

Their twisted truths, a story untold,

They speak of torment, anguish, and woe,

And the pleasures that only darkness can bestow.

Their words possess a haunting melody,

That echoes through the abyss of eternity,

They lure you in with their seductive rhyme,

Beguiling, enchanting, transcending time.

But beware, mortal, if you dare to tread,

Into the realm where demons' thoughts are spread,

For once you glimpse their wicked art,

It may forever consume your fragile heart.

In the depths of darkness, where shadows dwell,

Lies the realm of demon's poetry's spell,

A realm of beauty, pain, and despair,

Where their verses reside, eternally rare.

In the abyss of shadows, where demons dwell,

A poetry of wickedness begins to swell.

Unleashing verses, dripping with venom and spite,

Ink tainted with malice, staining the night.

Their words dance like flames, devouring the page,

Whispering secrets, ancient and strange.

Searing images of torment, nightmares unbound,

A cacophony of darkness, where despair is found.

Through Stygian verses, their essence awakes,

Unleashing the darkness, where virtue breaks.

A symphony of chaos, a macabre art,

Demon poetry tears worlds apart.

Beneath the moon's gaze, they spin their web,

Words as daggers, each line a painful stab.

They revel in anguish, tormenting the soul,

Ensnaring the reader, relinquishing control.

With every stanza, a pact is formed,

Binding the unwary, forever transformed.

Tangled in tendrils of infernal delight,

They dance on the edge of eternal night.

But beware, oh mortal, lest you dare to tread,

In the realm where demons' words are fed.

For once you glimpse their poetry's vice,

You may find yourself lost in eternal ice.

Such is the essence of demon poetry,

Where darkness and verse meld in harmony.

A glimpse into the abyss, a haunting song,

Where demons' whispers linger, dark and strong.

Remember, these words are but a fleeting taste,

A glimpse into a realm with no haste.

For in demon poetry, shadows abide,

A world of darkness, where secrets reside.