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The Demon

05/25/15

  04:48:00 pm, by   , 221 words  
Categories: Poetry

The Demon

There's a burning in my chest
heating up my core
seething
living in me
breathing with me
blazing across the back of my neck
scorching my ears
inserting red hot pokers into my eyes

the fucking fury is tangible

it saps my strength
and makes my head hard to lift
my mind finds it hard to focus
they pretended
pretended to be a friend
to care
they laughed with me
broke bread
appeared as family
but it was a lie
a charade
a play
The most awful betrayal
and i was the puppet
but the strings
are now cut

the fucking fury is tangible

I hate the world
and everyone in it
I want the end of all
an end to this
all of this
life to cease
extinction

the fucking fury is tangible

and I can do nothing
nothing
just be the cunt
become harder
more hated
evil
its what they want
to demonise me
make their betrayal easier to justify
i will give it to them
i will become the demon
so that they can hate
so that they can whisper in the dark about my evil
so that they can find justification in their actions
their deceit
their awful betrayal

The fucking fury is the demon
And it is my demon
and it is tangible
it is me.

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