You

I pray to seduce my mind of

Lust with death.

Sometimes I feel it in me,

Confusing me.

Following me.

Touching me.

I feel it's presence in my soul,

It hurts to see it,

But I don't mind.

I hear laughter among it,

It's pleased.

It's darkness, pain and only

Suffering is what it lusts

And infest on.

It knows everything, it knows all.

It comes in my dreams.

Makes me feel the darkness

Of painful criminal revenge.

In non reality, I hear it whisper.

Listen to it scream,

Painful cries of melancholy.

Whispers spoken from the soul.

Hear it, feel it, make it apart of Yourself.

Make it love you, taste it, lust it.

Make believe it.