The Demon

It strikes midnight, and I’m home alone My parents have yet to return from work Paranoia kicks in, and as I turn to stone I hear a voice and slow footsteps lurk I reluctantly open my bedroom door Preparing to face only the worst I look to a dark window and see nothing more But a face like mine, only more perverse A discordant scream escapes from my mouth Loosing balance, I stumble down My pulse escalates, no cries come out I hastily get back up, frantic, look around The demon disappears from the window And suddenly manifests onto my mirror I’m out of my mind, losing control Throughout my body, I feel a violent shiver The despicable horror is overcoming me But my human instinct says that I fight back Escaping her tight grasp, I break free And take the opportunity to attack I lunge forward and swing with my right The demon shatters into sharp shards And in my victory, I triumph with delight Sensing that I can let down my guard I go to my bathroom to rinse off the blood Watching it trail steadily down the sink Then suddenly my trepidation floods As I look at my reflection and think The demon is actually me, evil and grotesque The eyes have a dark, sinister semblance The smile is villainous and obsessed And in response, I’m perplexed, in a trance My thoughts are interrupted by a loud creak The front door opened; my parents are home If they see the demon, they will surely shriek Without deliberation, I already know I must valiantly relinquish the demon By sending her to an eternal demise The sacrifice demonstrates purpose and reason That hopefully my parents will realize I sprint to my room, grab a shard from the ground I bid my parents farewell and take a deep breath As I plunge the makeshift dagger without a sound Peacefully accepting my well-deserved death