The devils Final call

there are two parts of me,

one that is the "good girl"

and the one that can go against the darkest of spirits,

why is that? 

because i carry what i call...

the anger of the evil.

with hate that builds of to be so putrid,

its unbearably hard to contain.

when it boils and builds long enough,

the weak stand clear,

the face looks like an innocent smile, 

when in all actuality its of a vile plan,

the plan to seek vengeance on those who have hurt me and those i love,

this is what i call the devils final call...

the strength i feel through the teeth gnashing anger,

it feeds on itself and that of things around me.

i cant control the devils final call,

i go numb,

i dont feel my actions when it slowly slips...

there are only a few ways to stop it,

and put me in the presence of someone i love..

only then will i stop the constant rampage.

and right now the devils final call...

its quickly approaching... 

soon i will be numb...

soon i will release, 

the devils final call,

and it wont be by any choice by that of my conscious... 

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

This one sounds great....You are terrific....Two different characters described intelligently.....Thumbs up!!!!!!

[Sarah]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for your pleasant review

[Inject Positivity]

Oh its my pleasure my dear frnd to find you and get to read to poetry.....Thanks a lot.....

[Sarah]

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[Rose Jaeger Kaneki]

this is amazing, i love it, keep up the great work

[Sarah]

thank you so much

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