reminder; december 16-17

i felt a warmth
the source of delusional hellfire
that seeded my fear and clouded my mind

"you're no monster,
your arms are soft and your claws are funky"

i could have hit the wrong keys
i could have made the wrong plea
but instead i made a new friend
to amend the hesitation
and commend the confrontation
with demons and with the killing intent
now in a crude final stamp
i confess, i was wrong

what's that?
another ruse?

no, that's happiness