This is a Poem in the Boy's POV
My body is in pain
I feel like I'm going insane
My blood starts to boil
As my back starts to coil
My hands begin to move out of control
Blood lust is staining my soul
I loose all sight and live in a world of the devil
Blood, fire, murder, death, become me. I am a rebel
Good, is spit of sickness on my tongue
My eyes go black as I sung
"Burn my soul, into a hole and feed me death as your toll"
My hands quiver and shake as my legs twist and break
Feed me the souls of goodness and hope
"Nobody can stop my reign!" I shout as my back bends like a slope
Love pours in and drains my fire
My need for pain and evil is a fading desire
Anger and rage fill through as I lose sinister though
Angry, I was so angry, I fought
The pain of good stabs into my heart
Light of god begins to tear this world apart
Darkness turns to light as I awake in a haze
The priest, my mother, I see through a daze
I am awake, my mind and my body out of hell
I hope and pray it'll last, but I dare not dwell
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Exorcisms: The Guide To Knowing Evil (On Hold)
HorrorStepping inside that room was like stepping into a pit of darkness full of shadow demon's and murderous spirits. The moment the door opened a chill, brushed against my leg and gently crawled up my spine. Looking at that boy I felt a sense of sheer t...
