he lives in the corner of my room.
the big bad.
hes seven feet tall and black as the night with no stars.
blackness radiates from him.
it displays from him. ghostly.
but he is no ghost.
he is not human.
he is something else.
he has a halo.
redder than blood.
his eyes are red. and they glow.
his teeth are razor sharp.
he appears with blood dripping from them sometimes.
i look at my wrists and my thighs when he does.
he likes to stand in the corner, admiring me.
telling me secrets.
telling me what everybody thinks about me.
he likes to lie, i know that.
but i always believe him.
always.
and i know he means well.
this is how he is.
torturous.
evil.
beautiful.
i think ive fallen in love with the big bad.
i always turn to him when im down.
i always need him.
i always look for him.
i always find him.
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i think i am evil
Poetrywhat have i turned into who was i before? before madness? before pain? who did i used to be? where did i go? my heart has broken over and over, is that what made me evil? i have built iron walls around my heart and mind, nobody is getting in, and n...
