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Demonic shadows
flicker through
my tormented mind.
Visions of death
blind me
to what is standing
right in front of me.
Blood seeping
through the
cracks of time
sickens me
with it's rich
musky scent.
Death is all
I see when I
look into
my soul.
These deaths
caused by pain
accumulated
through many lifetimes.
Slowly the fire
in my mind
burns out.
The demonic shadows
disappear.
All that is left
is the cold
broken shell
of what once was
a happy child.