Darkness
''As you sit and wonder,
your soul torn ashunder,
the daemon appears,
offering immortallity,
you want it to leave
you be,
but what a promising gift
you see,
so you take it,
full heartedly you
take it,
and become a daemon too,
you blink and ask how this
could be true,
so now your the devil's slave,
sitting in the darkness of
your cave,
faithfully like a dog,
you do his biding,
but then you realize,
it's your own throat that your
slitting,
you thought it was a gift,
but far from it,
the Devil has your soul now,
don't you feel the lucky one''
Copyright © Samantha Search | Year Posted 2010
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