The Devil

Its Raskolnikov

A dark room, 

There's a light switch to his right,

Blue walls surround,

He closed the door, 

He cried as he tried for the light,

He just wanted to be able to see his way to his bed,

He hated the imaginary rumors in his head,

The way he always felt like he needed a supplement to his meds,

He'll see people standing from the doorway that were dead every time he sees that devil rear its ugly head,

He feels around,

Back and forth he sways,

He says it's his friend, but it never stays,

He tries to dive for the sheets but the devil, again, is all he meets,

The light flicks on, it's  his children, who in his flash anger, he beats,

When his wife tries to calm him and share her beliefs he treats her like a disease,

He's conquered, but he thinks he can escape that devil with ease.

  • Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 6th, 2018 00:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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