A Double Life
The shadows of my past haunt my life today. Every moment - an action, a word - or scenery…reminds me of the darkness within my soul. Isolated from the rest of the world within my white padded cell, my personality crumbles as the darkness within emerges. The troubled soul over powered any means of self-control within my life - a blank - to the many horrific crimes I’d been accused of. A blood bath of a string of murders - my foot prints within the pools of blood - trailed back to my dwelling. A freak! A Twisted being! A monster! Cruly slandered within the daily papers - not many stories printed, as ‘The Demon’ freak added plenty of entertainment to the many ignorant readers. Yes…it was my footprints within the victims pools of blood, and my blooded prints upon the walls and scenery…but it wasn’t me that commited those crimes. Insane - yes- but the crimes were commited by the lost soul hidden within. My body - it’s protection - my life…it’s prisoner!
