He’s got a demon in him

Damned boy

A throne waiting for him in Hell

Inescapable

The screams of the damned

And the lost, despairing

Instilled in his mind vividly comparing

Memories to fever dreams

He’s hiding on Earth, among the mortals

That he so desperately envies—

A pathetic attempt to cling

To the final thread of his humanity

Eyes burn, like flames

A petrifying crimson

Like the blood that stains

His hair, his teeth

He is wicked.