August 30, 2011
Just like that it grabs hold,
A parasite upon your soul.
A demon's rule must now devour.
It's taken over all your power.

You churn, you shout, and cry a little,
As from inside it starts to whittle.
It peels the good, peels it all,
And then you start to heed its call.

It leads you down a separate path.
It's the employer, you're the staff.
Evil starts to take its toll;
No more life, no more control.

Onward toward a darker place.
Nothing's left; you fall from grace,
And now there is no turning back.
Gone from light, you live in black.

A world away yet close to home.
Inside you it's now been sewn.
Evil instilled in its beholder;
Behold the devil on your shoulder.

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Sept. 16, 2011 at 10:42 pm

wow this is spectacular :) I love it


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