Demon Box

It spins on a random axis
balanced on top of a pyramid
floating angrily in space
like the fist of a demented god

veins cover the surface
slipping and sliding in changing patterns
that make sense only to those
who are fucked in the head by chaos

Waves transmutate from the structure
spreading a fear, palpable and real
it burrows into the hearts of stars
causing necessary implosions

this here is the demon box
finally freed from its cage
and now the demons roam
maddened by an endless rage