When the sun goes down I wander the earth, <br />A cold and imitating face. <br />Humans fear my very glance and <br />tremble at the mere thought of me. <br />They go cold and freeze in their places, <br />Only to be torn down and taken by my hand. <br />I do not eat, I do not sleep, and when I come for you, <br />I will receive your scream. A scream, as small as it may be, <br />will keep me going. The screams in the dead of the night <br />makes my laughter grow stronger. The demons that help to carry <br />human bodies will never grow weary. To their amusement they watch the struggle of a human near death, which is falling to a fiery death, to burn in Hell for all eternity. I wander the earth when the sun goes down, but when it raises I am cast away. I retreat to my darkness, where the light can never reach my evil being. I wait for the day is long, and relish in the night. You’ll see me soon. Everyone does sometime. I only ask you to scream, and fight when I come knocking on your door.<br /><br />Cait Whisler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-deals-the-devil/
