DESMOND

What is this strong sensation on the back of my spine? Something is not right. Some evil presence I can sense near my side. The air in the surrounding has changed A dark feeling is starting to suffocate. What is this so dark and not divine Eyes search to kill it, but nowhere to find. My heart pumps irregularly. He is here again, to mock me regularly. The same feeling is corrupting my soul again, The demon-possessed the body of people I love,  and their judgemental eyes are staring at me again. The people whom I loved are leaving me one by one, Tortured to watch it all over again, the devil enjoys all this fun. Minds of people controlled by this devil, won't ever be free all my efforts dissolved in vain, and my hopes will turn to ashes, I agree. Through other's eyes, and tongue he will speak. Can't blame the people, who are possessed by the demon, Lovely they are as always, but they became so bleak. it is he, who is just toying with the weak. He is n