Inane Rambling and Idle Thoughts

burn it all

the voice in the corner of his mind,

 that taunts him,

{the one that whispers evil,

preaches sin}

it appears when he needs its reminders.

it cackles at his naivety,

the discretion he now practices,

brings up the horrors of his past,

as if he could forget a thing.

his tormentor has no name,

but it has called him by many different ones,

traitor

cheat 

liar

it builds them up,

creates his funeral pyre.

he'll burn there one day, he's sure.