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The Devil Within
The Devil Within I’ve paid nevermind to the world ending, it has ended for me many times, only to begin again each morning. For behind these once innocent eyes, a true darkness there lies. Hidden in the absence of light, out of sight, out of mind, it’s here the devil hides. For truth be told, the devil and I our souls the same, for the monster I’ve become, in the devil I confide. All the while I search the vast, dark empty halls of my mind for my own reflection, knowing if not seen, I’ll remain forever lost to walk day after day, step by step in no direction. While consumed by hate, driven by fear and led blind into the fight Watching all those who came home before from war to darkness without the light. Please listen to my words, written by my hand in pen, on paper in bleeding ink, my truth be told. These hands are stained crimson red with innocent blood gone cold. While haunted by memories of piercing cries, cries for mercy, cries for life. Cries befallen on deaf ears, only sound heard is a final gasp as I thrust out my knife. To take a life, their final breath, their last words with just a flick of my wrist. Killing without remorse, without feeling as if they didn’t really exist. Those sights, those smells and sounds of war haunt your mind which never erase. Just burned into your senses, your memories you must someday face. All the while the devil inside you is pleased to have another willing soul so freely welcome death. As you let the darkness envelope you, you take the devil’s hand and take your final breath. By WV
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