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Brandon J. Perkins

 

 

 

Hello there.

It's me again.

You remember me don't you?
What am i to you?
The Angel or the Demon?
Saint or Sinner?
The Betrayer or the Betrayed?

It doesn't matter.

That's the real answer.

What matters is that when you look in my eyes
you see only the reflection of your sin.

i am your Guilt
i am your Torment
i am the cost of all your lies.

you have wallowed in s**t for so long
that i became your infection

Calm down, it's okay.

i can see you're upset.

Well don't worry.
Let's see if we can shut me out.

Look away when you see me
pretend i'm not there.
Pretend you can't feel my burning gaze.

Cover your ears, there you go.
Shut out my silent accusations.

Oh, but now they're in your head?
i'm sorry,
pretend they're not.

Now forget me, if you can.
Forget how you betrayed me.
Forget how you revealed yourself as a hypocrite and a liar,
the true side of yourself, that only we know
the secret we still share.

How intimate.

Purge me, from your life, your heart, your soul.
Run away, like the coward we know that you are.
Pull the covers over your head and hide.
It's the only way.

But you can't do it, can you?

i'm sorry.


That means you are in Hell.



The Hell that you built for yourself.