Devil In The Making...
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Let me float
On this travesty filled sentience
That soon begins to choke me
Down to my bottom most self
Seeking the devil to devour
More of my sanity by the second
And leave me a hollow shell.
If that's what fates have decided
So be it.
Grappling with my testament to morbidity
Towards every little thing knocking my door
And letting that in, often accompanying them out
Either way, Eventually, return a nothing...
Now comes the time to unwind
The grimmest corners of my mind
And let them come to life on their own!
If that's how thoughts become a lifestyle
So be it.
Watching each and every step with care
Breaths and breaths of vigilance
And every piece of flesh and blood
Held tightly to the core of a guardian angel
That breaks loose every now and then...
Knotted in my gut this time as I spilled the blood
Residing in crimson confines of a lifetime...
I knew something
Demented far beyond repair at that very moment
And in another, I entered a devil's paradise....
Unleashed into a brazen storm
From being a demure avalanche
There's more to destroy, there's less to care for
Devil's in the making
Any minute now...