Awoken Poem by Ajpw Wiggan

An empty wicked soul,
Sits upon my shoulder.
He lays beside me night and day.
He mocks my every existence.

By nightfall the sky's eerie stillness
Ties me alone to my bed.
And in my head he creeps inside,
Twisting, shaping and corrupting my thoughts.

Helpless I wish I lay,
But helpless I am not.
One could call him the Devil,
Yet I know, different.

Awoken, his soul torments my dreams.
Awoken, I obey his every command.
Awoken, I think a plan.

He is not the Devil,
For he is...
He is not the Devil,
For he is...

An empty wicked soul,
Sits upon my shoulder.
He lays beside me night and day,
He mocks my every existence.

Yours Aj