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Author's Note: I guess I was feeling particularly violent today so for all those who might be a bit squeamish you might want to skip this poem. Anyway, as always read, enjoy, and don't forget to review!

Demon Violence

Hate

It surges in the core of my soul

All my life I have withheld it

But now it is too much

I tremble with the effort of holding it back

I write to keep it from taking over me

But the control has been steadily loosening

I can't do it anymore

Voices in my head whisper to me

Telling me to release it

To allow my hate to consume me

Whispering over and over

Taking pleasure from the relentless torture they force upon me

Until finally I crack and turn away from the light

I am ready to embrace my demonic side

To let that overpowering darkness fill me

And as I let it take over I can feel my soul submerged in an ocean of hate and fury

My past hopes and desires are lost in the tumultuous waves as the desire to kill and destroy surge over me

I am unrecognizable from who I once was

I look into the mirror only to find a demon staring back at me

A demon with four blood red eyes, long amethyst hair, and a sinister grin upon its face

As I walk out I could feel the air crackling with my friends' confusion, fear, and nervousness

I only smile, baring glistening white fangs at them

They shrink back as I approach

Yet perhaps something was left of my lost conscience because I couldn't destroy them

So I went to the one place where I know I can have my fill of blood and death

To have a chance at revenge upon all those who had wronged me in some way

Because to me prison is just not enough for them

No matter how long they stay when they are released they just go into the same continuous crime cycle

So I have taken it upon myself, with great pleasure, to deal out a more suitable punishment

I phase through the prison walls and gates

Past shocked guards and visitors who can only stare with wide eyes

Until finally I reach a room where all of them are eating

A malicious grin spreads over my face as I hear their cries of horror and watch as they scramble to escape

And then the fun begins

With a simple thought I lock all the exits, laughing delightedly as I hear some begin to cry and beg for forgiveness

But there will be no forgiveness, no mercy

I pick up my first victim who is struggling wildly in a claw made from magic

Ever so carefully I peel off the first layer of his skin, while he screams like a banshee all the while

I take my time, using him as an example of what is to come for the others

With that done I use my powers to break all the bones in his legs and arms

Breaking each bone separately and slowly so he can dwell on the pain

His cries for mercy have long since stopped, and I can tell he is just upon the brink of falling into unconsciousness

Done with him I use my powers to lift him up and repeat to continually smash him into a wall

Not stopping until the ground beneath me is covered in brain and spinal fluids along with shattered bones

Satisfied, I turn to face the others

They are speechless and openmouthed with horror

I notice, with some amount of disappointment, that some of them are already dead

They had stabbed themselves with the cafeteria utensils, to save themselves from the fate that they knew they had coming

But it doesn't matter

Either way I will get to them in hell and their suffering shall be doubled for running

But for now I am content with picking up their dead bodies and tearing them to ribbons over the other convicts' heads

The screaming starts up again as they are drenched in their dead comrades' blood

Their screams only fill me with more power

I take my time with each

Exacting upon each of them a payment that I deem suitable for their crimes against me

By the time I am finished their blood has formed a pool large enough for me to bathe in

My demon side quenched for the moment I return to my normal form and peer at the hell I created

Death and destruction reek from the room

Claw marks inches deep are embedded in the walls and not from me, but from my victims

Blood is slowly congealing on the floor in large puddles

In my mind their tortured screams echo throughout the room

I feel disgusted with myself for letting my demon self win

And I knew that I would be answering a lot of questions

But for now no one came and so I peered down at myself

Only to find the ancient inscriptions burning up at me

Creating two blades from thin air I take them in each hand and begin to do a dance of blades

Slicing myself until I no longer have the strength to draw the blade over my skin

Yet as long as my demon side lives, I can not die

But at least the scars from the blades would remain

As an everlasting reminder of my hate

A repentance for my sins

A tribute to the dead

And a promise to defeat the demon in me once and for all