May 31, 2010
By Anonymous

How do you know when the devil on your shoulder is you?
He leaves footprints on your blades and scars stretching far across the canvas that is your body.
He blocks your throat when you want to scream 'No!'
And welcomes the unwanted with arms outstretched.
He paints sins on your hands and lies on your lips,
Leaving space for nothing else.
Innocence is undrawn on this hollow soul
That has become your main enemy.
You slice the rotted and rip the spoiled
Out of you and into the past,
And only then do you know you are free.

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