Art by Jazzbat
The night came to me, and I tried to resist its pull.
Every night, was met with a vision of the beast, that lurks around the corners of my mind.
It is vivid, and I cannot shake the images that I see as I wake.
For they torment my soul, as they try to claw out from the pits of hell.
His face, my own, his teeth sharp like the wolf, and his eyes red like the devil.
I must live with him, every day.
For he is my dark side.