Devile Soul

My heart, in a slimey slum of a demon pit. Devils, who know me by name, start to taunt. They mock, "funny how your heart can't take a hit." they continue to hackle, "You can't even handle a human girl you want." The visions in my minds eye of my hate for the fallen take whole. Laying bodies in waste, what a mess. Bloody bodies hanging, several demon heads stuck on a spear? No a pole. My evil grin. My other self, "What a shame, all these beautiful bodies and no priest to bless." "Awe!" they echo with a shrill, "but you are there and we are here. What a inconvenient trill." One shallow breath and a deep voice, "You might even be to weak to heal, I bet, it is you, who we could kill." The visions came fast, burning images in my brain. Visions of ripping through demons one in the same. A rational thought; This is what I deal with and I begin to wonder if I am sane. I remember a pastor once telling me, that I am like a wild stalion, far from tame. The vision ends. Communicating to them. "You weak maggot spirits," I grumbled, "you know me by name and outcome." They all start to shake and to one another they mumble. "I am The Omega, I am the end." Evil smirk. "With a thought, past your graves, you I can send." They with draw back into the dark. Back to normal, sitting all alone in the park. I don't have 2 haves of a spirit. I have 2 wholes in one soul. I am more than full. I am way past whole. I have 2 seperate voices, in my mind. Both function and work together. Almost like we are 2 birds of a feather. I can feel him sleeping sometimes. Like present and bearly aware. I wonder if sometimes the opposite is also true? And out of our eyes, it is he, who will stare. It does not worry me, it is just a question. I really don't care. 1 thing good about being 2 of us. I have nothing to fear.