The devil stood before me, his arms awaiting an embrace
I shook my head in disbelief
He smiles at me
So warmly
So sweetly
His eyes... Almost seemed human
But I mustn't be fooled
He is darkness personified
I can almost hear his voice in my mind
Guiding my swift descent into madness
But am I truly insane?
It are these my first moments of clarity
The truth of my mind
That I remain convinced of
Is crumbling in front of my eyes
As I see flashes of moments that never were
Yet feel oddly familiar
I can almost feel his warm breath on my neck
But I mustn't falter
I must remind myself
That he is no man
He is not human
He is a beast
A morbid
Terrifying
But beautiful beast
He carrys himself with grace, elegance and dignity
His warm hand on my cheek
And his cold lips pressed upon my forehead
My own memories
Betray me
As what I once believed
To be the truth
Has now become a lie
Right before my very eyes...
I wrote this last night
I've been lacking inspiration lately
But insomnia has become my ally
I am unsure of my stability
But I have shared this with others in hopes someone might be able to tell me
What it means.
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Mephisto's Anthology
Poetrya collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
