A Conquered Soul

A Conquered Soul

A Poem by Damian Gray
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How many of you know how it feels to be touched by the Devil? And how many of you know how it feels to lose your soul to the clutching hands of another being? I know I certainly do...

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On the darkest day my life had seen 
When all my memories were thus wiped clean, 
The boy you knew then went to bed 
But I was the man that woke up instead. 
From the day of birth I was always there 
Growing in strength with his growing hair, 
But adolescent years must come to pass 
So finally I take over this soul at last. 

To speak my name is to speak of sin 
Then the evil I bring will grow within, 
The flaming candles that gave you light 
By my eerie breath blows out this night. 
I grow in silence like the brewing storm 
And the end is near with my life reborn. 
That evil presence you felt so close 
Has now been delivered within your post. 

The eyes of friends now see a foe 
They demand I change back or else I go, 
They cannot see how far I've come 
How finally I see the glorious sun. 
My life of depression has finally died 
That person is dead and buried inside, 
I am the man that's taken his place 
So see not that boy when you look at my face. 

All your prayers will go unheard 
But pray that my wrath is not incurred, 
For not the blackest clouds within the sky 
Could darken this earth greater than I. 
I took this boy to claim as my own 
But never again shall he feel so alone, 
With me in his heart his future is great 
It's clay to be moulded...and mine to create.

© 2013 Damian Gray


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Added on December 17, 2013
Last Updated on December 17, 2013
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Damian Gray
Damian Gray

Sheffield, United Kingdom



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My name is Damian Gray, I am a British writer currently living in the steel city of Sheffield but I was originally born in the cold council estate streets of North West London. I could sit here and .. more..

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