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Devil

I have held death so many times,
The smell still resonates from my skin.
Warmth from within has become naught but a distant memory,
I am cold.
My eyes have beheld tragedies of legend,
I have done horrible things.
The ghosts of my past haunt me still,
My hands are forever stained with anger.
I can never wash away the guilt,
I would eat a gun if i felt i deserved heaven.
Written by Yung_Revenant (Robert Anthony)
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Author's Note
I draw inspiration from my own life and experiences. I use metaphors and symbolism often. My biggest influence would have to be my own plagued mind.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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