Hellbent

people dont always reveal 
exposing their curled horns sharpened 
	towards the sky
elaborately torn or newly shown 
	wings 
		gigantic over towering
			guiding their soul

who says there are angels
	when to be told were all sinners
was there a time when we were saints

you cant

those twisted thoughts engraved into 
	the stems of our brains

scorned into our flesh 
	the stench too strong to deny

burdening makes it harder 
	especially if there is shame for those scars

living
	yes but at least you are breathing 

somethings cant lurk in the void forever
		boredom eventually becomes you 

reach into the abyss 
	feeling and hearing those whispers 

those my love
	are your demons wanting to play

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