THE DEVIL INSIDE

No one had a clue

When they turned up on that day

The horror that would face them

This was never child’s play

The minutes of stunned silence

When they walked into that house

You could have heard a pin drop

Or the footsteps of a mouse

A phone call had been made

From an upstairs study room

Believed to be the voice

Of the father they presumed

The officers in question

Could not believe their eyes

Such sick and harrowing visions

Of a families slow demise

Sprawled out on a table

Clothes slashed by frenzied glee

The mother now a centrepiece

Her torture plain to see

Her blood stained hair it covered

What was once a pretty face

And the bluish hint of purple

Had swelled angrily in its place

A seeping pool of crimson

Trailed from her sodden head

Leading like a stream

To a battered child’s bed

No more than six years old

His teddy still held tight

A tiny cold and rigoured hand

Had held on for all its might

But the beating that he’d taken

Was too much for one so small

He’d curled up like a baby

And prayed against his wall

The father was next door

In his study laid out cold

The one who made the call

A sore sight to now behold

It looked as though his hand

Was left hanging from a thread

His back was full of stab wounds

Fifty-nine; the coroner said!

But what was more appauling

More sickening than any view

The unravelling of a tale

Details; horror no one knew

As the officers in question

Carried on the search upstairs

They heard a strange and muffled sound

That caught them unawares

Taking out their weapons

A silence now took hold

One actioned with his hand

To where the story would unfold

And on the count of three

As the bathroom door caved in

A feeling of such disbelief

Crawled underneath their skin

It stayed with them forever

A tale to tell no one

Too shocking to regurgitate

Just what this villain had done

But what was worse than all the pictures

Or the images to be portrayed

Is the idea they could do this

To have raised their wicked blade

Cos your family is your everything

An embrace when you are weak

A haven you feel safe in

When you feel your future’s bleak

But no amount of holding

Could have saved this teenage lad

He’d replaced all feelings of love

With evil thoughts of going mad

So this figure stood before them

A ten inch blade in hand

Was staring flat out into space

He’d left this pleasant land

He was flying with the devil

Circling in red mist

Revelling in his evil acts

A demon/devil tryst!

This boy had left forever

Now the monster couldn’t hide

He’d been slain by his own demons

Replaced by the devil inside ....