Demons Hidden

I never knew true pain
until I looked into your eyes.

Memories filmed in sepia
within your bottomless pupils.

Screaming voices
shatter the silence.
Crying eyes,
flood my sight.
Blood paints the walls thick
crimson to match your own body.

Screams he wants to silence.
Tears he needs to dry.
Blood he has to hide.
Now disappear behind the walls
from where they were created.

There was him,
taken.
Taken from the broken pieces
from where he once grew.

Now he walks heavy with demons at his back,
waiting for them to strike at his own people,
at me.