SOUL

as I wait for ma curses to be broken, I feast with my demons and watch
my egos seethe with envy
my fall from grace is halted as the ghouls within me battle for supremacy and scar the fields, draining them of the need for deeds. at the climax, I twist and turn hoping to escape my end,
to establish symmetry in this skewed reality
and console the witches weeping at my feet
giving each a reason to hate
and yet a need to love