I can feel it's presence.
It's seeping through my clothes,
Burning my skin,
And shaking me to the core.
The devil has taken over,
The angel's voice fades away.
I am helpless!
I don't want this to be this way!
Slowly...slowly,
It guides me through
As my fingers dug into the flesh
Blood pouring out.
The world fades,
His screams quieten.
And when I back away
He's already dead.
~ Shami Jha
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