a shadow

Old and dying you curl your lips as if this life was ill equipped, to handle the evil that pulsates through your veins, that moves your hands that causes the pain. You smell there skin there broken flesh. as you call to him, your brother, death. You watch them close as life leaves them still and you take delight and you always will. They cant catch man who out wits them all, when you can escape the highest fall. You know this and that gives you power, to them all, there souls, devour. You walk along the city streets, remember them, as they weep. nothing in life makes you hurt or cry because at the end we all die. Your logic is evil and you are too, hell is your home and you know its true. Your going to die and when you do, the devil himself will come for you.