"You're just one bad day away from being me"

Blighted history replaying
a child of ruin walks
once more amongst ashes
caliginous eyes in a reflection
curl of an ominous smile
pen for fists
with the Devil bartered 
but mad voices clamour 
exoneration in pain
deprivation of violence 
only starving the animal
I'm the whispered savage 
born in deadest of nights
heeding nightmare's siren
voice inside-- us all
that which I abhor fervent
this rage is the end
even as I write 
my pen crumbles in it's wake
the night beckons once again
out the door my footsteps fall.

©Lost