The Devil's Alternate

The cracked skull rolls desolately to my feet.
The dreadful sadness rolls over me like a thick drape,
In a dim, suffocating theater, pitch black.
Feeling omitted from life.
My enemy is killing me, I want to surrender,
To play the martyr...
My enemy is my best friend
But I can't just tell him to leave
My hate for myself is all I have going.
The suffocating sadness
And a million eyes looking two million ways
Losing communication...
Satanic ways, cults, no longer needed.
To walk into such a life, bogged down into a horrible marsh of life.
I am evil incarnate, no longer so pure,
The Devil’s alternate.
And I look up,
Through my tear stained face,
And ask….
“Is this what you really wanted?”