Even in the light, I walk in the dark.
It follows me, It has marked me.
I am not good or evil.
Yes, I have danced with the devil.
Yes, I have seen the face of death.
Yes, I see pain.
I have seen hate that burns hot.
I have seen pain that cuts like knives.
I do not fear you, I am a twisted soul.
The darkness was once all there was.
The light was placed in the darkness.
There is no true evil, anyway but man.
What is anyway?
It is a perception.
Evil in my eyes may be different
then the evil in your eyes.
How do we judge those who are evil?
Yes, I did what I needed to survive.
But I do not want to survive.
I want to be alive.
I lost something on my way here.
I do not know what it is.
I know it has made a hole.
A hole I can't fill.
I try and try.
But nothing feeds this hunger.
My beast is chained to a dark soul.
It pulls and warps my soul.
Its claws scar my heart.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
