The Demonic Child

I stare down the alley, upon a tree. The Demon Child does stare at me. I look back and He isn't there, Leaving me frightened and unaware. I can feel His unlimited hate, Piercing flame burns as Hell's gate. That evil Thing sees through my soul. Each eye is like an empty hole. I run with my very soul's essence, But nothing can relieve me of His presence. I turn around, and there are more, So i reach down, onto the floor. I pick up a club of nails and wood, And I facing them, there I stood. Looking forward, I was ready to fight. With what ever remained of my soul's might. I swung so hard, my club did peel, But useless against skin hard as steel. I gather my strength and lunged ten feet, Over a fence and onto the street. I look with happiness, then almost cried, The oncoming cars have no one inside. There is nothing, no one, but Them and me. Why is this how it has to be? I am exhausted, but continue to sprint, The light of hope is only a glint. I get an idea, and find some rope. I know this is my only hope. I climb all the way to the roof of my house, And I hide there like a panic-stricken mouse. With none in sight, I can finally rest. What happened next, I couldn't have guessed. As I lay in wait, Something taps my shoulder. My stomach sinks just like a boulder. He just stands there, pointing at me. I am certain it's futile to flee. Because they are all there, voices dark but true: "Why do you make it so easy for us to find you?"