A creature that dwells within my mind's eye, whose bidding I must do, despite myself.

In the darkest reaches of my brain
Is an imp awaiting my fall.
He dances in shadows and laughs in the rain,
But he likes fire most of all.

He is the one who broke my lover's heart,
Wearing my face all the while.
Inflicting pain on others is his art,
And reveling in the sorrow is his style.

He can take my body, my mind,
He can even take my soul.
I try to fight, but every time,
I find he is the one in control.

This creature is me,
And I am him.
I'll never be free,
And the future is grim.

The End

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