Poetry Contest Entry

Seed of Evil

~By Brett Norton

A demented twisted reality
Dark thoughts plaugeing my mind
These don't seem to go away
Over and over again
These small voices
Getting louder
With every breath I take
I'm not who I was
I'm just a tool
Of these dark thoughts
My mind is slowly withering away
My walls have broken down
No control left
Every time I close my eyes
I'm haunted by images
Of purest evil
Is this a hand of fate?
Or the devil's cause
My skin is crawling
From this seed of evil

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