Demons

Has the Demon reaped?

Or is he just infecting those around me?

Maybe he removed my heart.

Maybe I’m just hallucinating.

 

Maybe he removed my heart.

Maybe I’m just hallucinating.

But it’s impossible to tell

since hope no longer lives;

and the frigid blood

coursing through my veins

is running to an irregular drum beat.

 

Why has the Demon chosen me?

Why has he caused

eternal emptiness?

 

I am no bastard towards those that I love,

yet when I had a heart,

those that I loved

were bastards to me.

 
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