In The End
My demon and I,
an entangled duet.
Like the narcissistic puppeteer,
manipulating his marionette.
Tangled within these rage born strings,
to which I'm tethered my malevolence.
I drown in their anesthetic wake,
flooding numb, prevalence.
My life is an evolving game,
of Russian roulette.
In the end I become,
my demons silhouette.
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