The Demons Pain
blood shot eyes allow the demon inside to peer out. finger nails become claws, scratching and ripping those you touch. the heart turns cold, this thing loves no one. the brain creates thoughts, of sado-masochism. those he loves defy his madness, he creates reasons to hate them. friends he once had left his side long ago. unknowingly entreatied with the devil to help his family, he has become what he despises. although he strived to do good the devil estranged him from his desires and through him committed some vile and despicable crimes.
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