Who is he?
Who is he to claim my name?
Who is he to imprison me?
With that fake smile and a false laugh.
To imprison me,
The demon within.
He has locked me away, deep inside.
Where no light will ever reside,
And where no warmth will ever be.
He claims to be a hero,
A saviour even,
Yet he is just as cruel as any demon.
He locks me away because he doesn't like me, not any more
Because I will destroy the life he has worked so hard for.
Because I am the demon within.
Yet maybe I am wrong.
I am nothing more than a beast.
A creature, monster, demon, or an evil at least.
He hides me, yet that is not why he cries.
He is only a boy,
But only half so, but at least he tries.
He was a monster, with sharp teeth and vicious jaws.
He has so much blood on his hands,
But only because others have his on their claws.
He has been so many things,
A hero, a villain, a slave, an experiment, and a child.
Yet he is none of those.
I can give him an identity, but at a cost.
His every wish will be granted, save for one who will be lost.
And it's the one he wants the most.
He will always need me.
Yet I am the demon within.
And I am him.
He has no right to punish me, nor himself!
He has no right to imprison me, nor himself!
He has no right to conceal me, nor himself!
He has no right to even claim his own name!
He is my enemy.
I am my enemy.
And I will fight till both our ends.