The Evil Within
Just a poem
Even the prettiest faces,
can hide the darkest souls
Then what’s wrong in holding on
to what once I deared the most.
What’s easy for you to throw away
can not be the same for me.
Why can’t you understand,
it’s not even a possibility.
I can cry and kill,
and snatch and run.
I can tear apart two worlds,
for the demons, I’ll summon.
You love one day
and regret the next.
It’s the likes of you
I honestly detest.
For one day when I won’t breathe
I’ll call upon the gods of the greed,
To ask for forgiveness and a better life
That day I’ll have what truly is mine.
Not the pleasures of the world,
I just want peace.
You can’t even imagine how I’ll win
losing everything I had, I’ll succeed.
This isn’t a fake reality,
or a wicked plan.
Believe me, to understand this,
you don’t even need a brain.
Just like people carve faces,
on pumpkins when it’s Halloween.
I want to be that October,
and leave a mark on whoever I meet.
I want people to know me,
and for them to understand
It’s not crazy to hold on,
It doesn’t make you any less of a man.
What evil can do?
I don’t even have a face.
Or maybe, it is you and me,
where I die and you replace.
