Cages

there is a slick bloody demon

muffled and muzzled 

bound and lunging on a black chain

to a stuck muck drain 

in a chamber of my oubliette heart

sometimes if too often prodded

sweat slickened muscles bulging 

it slips free and revels in rages

ripping through restraints

gnashing teeth and shredding claws

lashing links as the leash 

is made weapon

the drain backs up 

all bubbling ichor and hot copper smell

the heart becomes a fuming Gehinnom

with stoked ire roaring in my chest

eyes welling and jaw clenched

I scream and flail as if possessed

and I want to bloody my fists bashing

all the walls of my cage

then in shame it subsides

placated the demon sleeps and is again tied

but never dies