Demons

I shiver as the cold brings heartless men
Their eyes hold stern as demons shift their weight
A concrete heart cannot beat warm
 and from where they come bleeds dry
The now is where they display torturous games
 an army that has thrust daylight into night
I dare not blink, for tomorrow may bring
 their torture to my door.
 Darkness has enforced a desire
 as evil  brings forth a crimson tide,
an existence has erupted into a fiery hell
while only the prayers of the faithful hold hope
that will soon lead to that opening door,
where freedom is to whoever will grasp the hand of God.