Devil in Me


It’s always there, it’s always around.

I feel like he’s sticked with my feet.

Brute.

He never want to get away from me. No, he will never do.

He’s faceless, you won’t see any beauty nor ugliness.

He’s emotionless, you won’t see any happiness nor sadness.

It’s shady. All darkness.

But my madness and hatred for them empowers him.

I can’t trace any smirk. And it laughed, indignantly.

Drastically. It laughed for me.

His black heart and messed up soul are full of putrid memories.

Treacherous.

I now know. It’s not my shadow either.

’cause he’s my hidden self.

‘Cause it’s the devil in me.


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