First Contact

I'll make the most of my dead end self
Nothing becoming all
Why not spend some quality time
With the demon of mine!

I've never been so close to myself
Here alone exhuming to examine
The demon I've found in me!

I'm in search for the I lost in me
The eye I that I've never seen
Its that putrid part of me
The demon found in me!

Pardon me!
What you see is all the parts of me
I hate that it offends you
Look inside and you too will see
The wickedness
Of the evil I lost, when we labeled ourselves as we!

A whisper consumes the air!
Its the endless sacrifice of love
To hatred
Conforming not to clarity
But the evil I we all have in us,
Who we call we!
Anonymous.