TWO SIDES.

I was scared, so scared.
Defenseless and vulnerable.
I heard them,
Sharpening their weapons.
Every sound clear,
Louder and louder each time.

But he was there.
He is always there.
When I'm frightened,
Sad and alone.
He talks to me, makes me feel better.
He makes me do things.
I see him.
I see him in the night, in my dreams
I can feel his aura in the day.
They think I'm insane.

When they attacked me.
I wasn't scared anymore
He gave me strength.
I ripped their hearts and cut through each bone in their bodies.
Blood was gushing in all directions
Like fountains.
I enjoyed the horror.
It felt magical,how every gasp of air and moans of pains satisfied my soul.
I could feel the chills in my veins.
The flames in my heart lit up.
Lit, and burnt in triumph.
It was my victory.
They deserved it.
Every cut,rip, every blood drop and every broken bone,
They deserved it.

When I look in the mirror I see him.
He is me and I am him.
We are one.
He is the demon in me.