Damned

You have “Demons”? Well, I have them too. But if yours ever met mine they’d want to climb back in you. In the shadow of this cloud, so dense that I can’t see through. Distancing myself, to protect the innocence of other people.

I don’t see it when it happens, but I know that it multiplies. Reconnecting with old friends who now have that distinct look in their eyes. Their lips fill the space between us with demonic lies as if taunting me for abandoning the notion of cutting all ties.

I wish I could pinpoint how and when I damned them and sealed their fate. If I had acted sooner they’d be fine, but now it’s too late. The only weapon I have is patience, so I sit here and wait. Preparing for when it’s my turn to exorcise this hate.

I challenge thee, in the name of the father and of the son. The holy ghost will find your evil seeds, and they will all be undone. My possession was a battle lost in a war that I have already won. When you get back to hell tell your boss I’m coming, because he fucked with the wrong nun.