The Demon of Death

In a shadow of lies 
the demon of death 
lay in his eyes 
depression 
imbeded in fists. 
He tortures the minds that dwell 
in his path. 
The lives that he took 
won't breathe again. 
He works for the devil in 
hell  how it burns. 
His fuel is the souls of scattered 
wasted lives. 
If only the grass would grow over 
the path 
the demon of death would be blinded 
by green blades of laughter.