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Before the mirror he stood and gazed, another soul sent to their grave, he needed time to contemplate, at whose hand had they met their fate? Is there an evil that in him thrives, urging that he takes more lives, he stands and looks now at his face, reflecting back his own self hate. The time had come for him to converse, with this inner demon for whom he worked, he takes a breath, exhales slow, there's answers that he needs to know. Determined now he starts to ask, the information that he lacked, how else could he get through this night, but what if he's wrong, no demons fight? What if the hand upon the blade, was his own hand that yielded pain, what if it was his own intent, his mind tortured not by devilment, he knew he had to venture further, was he truly capable of murder? Seeking truth, accept no less, he asks his inner self to now confess, "From the furthest corner bound to hell, upon the depths I cast this spell, I ask for vision so I may see, the demon who posse-th me" He stood transfixed upon the glass, as a voice answered back, "My friend your doing very well, there's a place for you with me in hell, what questions of me do you seek? come, come speak up, it's just you and me" Unsettled by this demons words, his speech was shaky, somewhat slurred, he found the courage to pursue, the answers that this demon knew. "When in the midst of violent rage, you write the script upon my page, you control my inner will, you push my desire for blood fuelled kills, do you admit to this no less, speak to me demon, do you confess?" Urgently he needed answers, this demon feeds upon him like a cancer, "You would like that would'nt you, that it was me who killed, it was not you, to feel relief, exoneration, escape the punishment of your own damnation,the truth you seek won't set you free, the murderer was never me" In a mist of temper he destroyed the mirror, as shards of glass dispersed and shimmered, he took a blade whilst in this mist ,and in desperation,sliced his wrists, as he fell upon the floor, he knew that he would Kill no more, the peace he sought he found at last, from the cold slash of the broken glass,finally he was free from his sin, as life left his body, and death moved in!
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