Evil resides in the trenches of my heart
Lurking in the dark like a thief in the night
Waiting to devour anything on sight.
Evil resides in the depths of eyes
A gentle fire willing to consume
The souls of men in a twinkle of an eye
Evil resides on the tip of my tongue
Eager to destroy everything I behold
No one will be spared, not even myself.
Evil resides in this body of mine.
Love is the least compatible thing with evil. It brings the best part of us and rescinds that which is dark and ugly to the depths of the heart, nevertheless, they live, eating bits of our soul; waiting for the perfect opportunity to be unleashed. In that perfect and vulnerable moment, we assume the face of the many demons within.
There are darker demons than violence. They haunt and kill slowly but surely; they do not forget or relent; they are depraved and mundane; they come out in a flash and ravish everything on their part without a care in the world. These are the demons I possess.
I know my demons; my demons know me. We do not play pretend; we know our boundaries and abide by our rules of engagement. We do not invite trouble but don't mind entertaining it. As long as trouble can dance to the tune of fire and despair with unwavering vigour (because this tango is forever), we are willing to twist and turn in excruciating pain to savour the moment.
Evil resides in the depth of our hearts. We do not know to what extent our demons would go because we hardly know them anymore. I have seen flashes of my demons and they scare even me. So I proceed with caution. I do not engage my demons because they do not play fair. It is their will over mine.
This is the fate of every dangerous man who chooses good over evil. He is reminded of his true nature but chooses to walk in the path of light. For how long? who knows. If there be any certainty, it would only be the evil that lies within.
