An angel lives in me.
It’s dark and consumes my warmth.
Takes over my heart.
Forcing me to do the things I despise.
I love the hate.
The fire burning from inside.
There is one thing which is my own.
My secret.
My fear of myself.
Me against myself.
The question is, who will win the game.
Life is all about games,
about tests.
Will I stay good, or become the devil himself.
Evil is killing for fun.
I dream of killing myself for fun and take lots of people with me.
They try to save me. I will save them from the illusion. The illusion of life.
I will become they’re angel.
They won’t burn in hell.
But will I? I am they’re killer and savior.
So where will I go? Heaven? Hell?
Or in between?
Eternity as a ghost. Hunting those who deserve to live. And not to be saved.