Demonic Soul
Her eyes of black stare
through me,
Making me feel so angry,
Like i want to stab something,
to feel the pierce of the blade
sink through skin,
While blood flows deon my hand,
To feel that joy of killing,
taking another's life,
what is coming over me,
i don't know, but i can feel,
past the numbness she lies there inside,
waiting for me to do her work,
but how long will i be able to sustain myself.
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