Speak of the Devil

I'm facing my demons
(both the ones
that pursued me
and the ones I created).


For so many years
I tried to ignore my past
hoping my wounds
would magically heal.


But the hurt was deep
and it found me
on those lonely nights
and held me hostage.


Then one such night
I spoke to the Devil
and let him persuade me
to join the dark side.


And he convinced me
this was what I wanted,
but the place he took me
turned out to be my hell.


So I reached out of that pit
and scraped into my scars
until I uncovered all that
I never confronted before.


Now I've entered into
a stage of remediation
and hope one day
I will know redemption.

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