Once lost and caught in darkness,
I could only see the evil in front of me.
It was hard to believe that the evil was once myself.
I took on another form as my real self sat on a shelf;
Discarded, thrown away, mistreated, I could see,
That I was a beautiful mess.
Misguided with little sanity,
I looked for the light of my forgotten grave,
Seeking for the bane of my existence.
With my last breath I wrote a sentence,
Something that I could use to save,
What was left of my humanity.
Time passed as I sat in my despair,
My note read ‘save your soul,’
And as my demonic self saw my message,
A blood red tear shed from his eye.
He let out a devilish sigh,
As the darkness lifted its cage
I slowly lifted myself reaching my goal,
In the creature’s last remark it said,
‘Don't let the past create your future,
Don't let the past be your downfall,
Let the past be your call,
The wisdom to venture,
To your greatest adventure.’