The purest essence of evil, the thing the darkest creatures fear
It overtakes all other emotions, you lose yourself when it is near
It can turn you against your friends, make you sacrifice your own morals
It lures you with tales of greatness, of intense and ultimate pleasure
All for its own gain and merriment at its leisure
The oldest of them all, it needs us to embody it, it craves our reality
It uses our loved ones who have passed as its way to let us see
The very route of its creation, the fact that it is beyond our conception
It uses this to trick us, the ultimate soul inception
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Ethereal Abyss
PoeziePoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
