When Demons smell blood

Demons smell blood
They've drawn it from my lips
The stones in my soul are heavy  and as I set them aside, 
I've been struck with them.  
Demons smell blood and they seethe
and delight in the pain inflicted 
My tongue is swallowed and my tears are damned.
I hold contempt through fingers of ash and water.
I expel the disgust at the demons drunk on their own sense of victory, 
and it flows as curses. 

and I am further alone than the silence where I began. 

The demon shouts sins that I didn't commit. 
It laughs stewing in the stench of its own smugness and it drives ME back

Demons smell blood and they cup their gnarled hands to drink it.