Origins

I feel her iniquities coursing through my already corrupted heart

Each beat consumes
All light that dwells within

With sorrow, I know I am of her stock

Resentment ascends in a spiral
This demon whispers sweet nothings into her ear
With comforting delusions of grandeur

Come here, sister
I will protect you
From the vileness she inflicts
With her dagger tongue

And here I sit
With the same demon whispering sweet nothings into my ear
With comforting delusions of grandeur