The devil himself
The deconstruction of a man
By Antoinette RussellPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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He had demons in his eyes
They soared in, across and around his pupils
Clouding his vision
They endeavoured to ruin his spirit
And often they succeeded
The pain he felt cut deep
Deep into the night time
Occupying his thoughts
Complicating his actions
Consequently jeopardising his good nature
From the inside looking out
He saw an endless pit
Forgetting nothing lasts forever
Not knowing that digging deeper
Treasure lay waiting to be discovered
I only saw a king
His ability to hold things together
Amongst the mental battles he tried to conceal
But energy screams only at those capable of listening
A cry for help is still a cry
Tearless, but important
The story remains unfinished
A Volta is yet to come...
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